I'm sick. Funny, I got the flu shot when everyone was haranguing me over its benefits. Yet, here I am. Temp this morning 101. Better than the last three days orf 103, but still. I'm sick. Mac spent a night in the hospital for rapid (excess of 180) heartbeat again. We spent two full days and a night there with the sick and afflicted all around us. He took his flu shot, too. He's not sick. Yet. However our son Wallace and I are. Sick that is. We have Mac mostly straightened out and on blood thinners (he's doing lovenox right now, or at least I give him the injections twice a day for a week. I crawl off my death bed and warn him I'm to weak to chase him down. He hates needles. He sees I'm sick. He behaves.
I'm sick. I'm sure I got it at the hospital and wonder to whom I would complain about it. It appears I have no recourse but to lie on the couch and attempt to recover. Today is not as bad as Friday was. Friday night was awful. I spent more time in the bathroom than in bed for two days. I did everything at a crawl. Still do. It's taken me 2 hours to write this.
Yes, the flu has gone all Egypt on my ass, I'll be glad when the revolution is over.
