Stupid Flu

I always think I'm going to make it out of this season without getting sick. Most of the time I do well. I wash my hands often. I try to avoid touching my eyes, nose or mouth. I get a lot of rest and avoid people who are sick. Somehow I think this will protect me from the dreaded viruses that abound.

This time I didn't see it coming. I felt great. I've been exercising every day, eating well, feeling strong and healthy. I woke up on Thursday at 3:00 am with a sore throat. I was in complete denial thinking I had left the heater on or some such thing. I got up to drink some water and went back to bed. By the time I got up 4:20 to get on the treadmill, I was a goner.

I still stayed in denial, thinking if I stayed home and slept all day I would be fine. I had plans that weekend that I had been looking forward to. Friday, we were going to see my nephew and his girlfriend, two of my favorite people. Saturday we were having lunch with Dave's folks. Sunday I was going to the movies with my sister. The flu didn't care. It just laughed and made my temperature soar, my head throb and my head and chest congest. Stupid flu.

After five long days in bed, I'm feeling better. My back aches from laying around too much. The muscles in my legs are going soft from lack of exercise. However, I can finally breathe without taking Nyquil. Nyquil causes strange, vivid dreams.

If the Avian flu ever does materialize, I'm no longer so confidant I can avoid it. Maybe I should start wearing a mask like Michael Jackson.