Word is that the flu is winding down in the South. I did everything I was told: got the strongest flu shot, used hand sanitizer until my hands were wrinkled, and tried to stay three feet away from people I knew were sick. Nevertheless I got the flu. The doctor didn’t even have to test me. She said the lungs sound a certain way with this year’s flu so she put me on Tamiflu and a cough medication, told me to stay away from people for five days, rest and drink lots of liquids, and stressed that any change in my condition might mean a trip to the emergency room.
This is one of those times that you just have to give up control and surrender to the disease. I had the worst case of cabin fever. I read books and binge watched Amazon Video and Netflix. The cat and I really bonded. My Favorite Yankee (who was put on Tamiflu for prevention) actually helped me cook and did some laundry. A good friend made a great lasagna.
Unfortunately, with TV I became all too familiar with the trials of the Trump White House. I wonder if people there ever get the flu?
I am well now and we are seeing signs of spring. My daffodils are up, the day lilies are returning, the grass is greening up and it’s 60 degrees outside today.
Hope spring’s eternal.