I was supposed to go back to Georgia today, but I sent Dear Husband on without me because it appear I have the “flea”. I blame Jennifer B for this; if she hadn’t discussed it on her blog, I would have remained immune. Or not. Maybe a flu shot would have been in order, and I’ll start getting them as soon as the doctors figure out a way to give a shot without a needle.
As part of thanking the Deity for small favors, I will mention that no barfing has been involved thus far. Fever – check; body aches – you bet; chest on fire – yep. But no yakking, hurling, or worship of the porcelain goddess. Woohoo!
Kindly Dr. Renee has taken pity on me and called in a prescription for Tamiflu to the local CVS. Of course, since DH is in Georgia and his parents have taken the girls to Tennessee for the week, I’ll be driving to said CVS — in my new flannel nightie that I got for Christmas. Good thing there’s a pick-up window.