Nope, not bullet proof
Nurse Bonnie… the early years
Just when I’m feeling great, getting back into shape, starting to feel my oats once again, mortality smacks me in the face. I haven’t had the flu or even a cold in… like ten years. The last time I’ve had the flu, I was in the tenth grade. I’ve never had a flu shot in my life. So with a record like this, I guess if you laugh at the devil, eventually you’ll get your due. Last Friday night, I got sick with the flu. It tells me, once again, that I’m not bullet proof. Maybe at fifty years of age, my immunities aren’t what they use to be. Maybe, some of the new medications has left me venerable. Maybe I’ve been just really lucky for the last 25 years.
I went to the clinic for some Tamiflu. She also gave me a Rx for a inhaler, and some cough syrup. My lovely spouse gave her best nursing care for the last three days. Lets just say, I’m up to at least 70% normal and I’m ready to go back to work.
I haven’t written in a few days. I haven’t been sick with fever in many years. It seems that my eyes can’t focus enough to type (or proof for that matter) with anything over 100.8 F.