Dear H1N1,
Hi there. Should I call you H1N1, or swine flu, or pig flu or what? I know, I'll just call you a jerk. Cuz that's what you are.
You first attacked my son who had to battle a temperature of 104 for four days. Yeah. That temp would only come down to 101 or 102 on meds. That's it. Do you know how freaking hot that is? And how he was delirious and couldn't do anything? Could barely drink fluids and when he did, sometimes it made him barf? Of course you know you jerk.
Then, THEN, you attacked my hubby. And I'm not sure if you know, but taking down a kid and a spouse at the same time is just shitty. Plain old shitty. And oh no, of course we can't have any tamiflu - that's for the elderly or the babies. Oh wait - my neighbor can get some from her doc for herself. Dangit!
So from Sunday through Friday I was in charge of this house. Nay, this infirmary. Lysoling every surface repeatedly. Washing sheets. Taking temperatures. I went to Walgreens like three days in a row stocking up on disinfectants, Gatorade, sprite, fever reducers, cough suppressants, you name it. I germx'd my hands regularly. Washed them repeatedly.
And just when the boys started to get better, BAM. Down I go like a ton of bricks. On Friday.
Pig flu, you made me have a fever on Halloween. That's just mean spirited.
I missed the trick-or-treating. I missed the candy. I couldn't help put on the costumes - nothing.
And now, here I lay. Typing, even though my head hurts. Fever free, but likely temporarily. No energy. My head hurts. I keep coughing. And I'd sort of like to puke from the decongesting.
Swine flue, you suck. Get out. And don't come back.
I liked the regular old flu just fine thankyouverymuch.
Love, Jenny
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