We Be Illin’
Wednesday, February 11th, 2009By Glinda
And not in a good, 80’s Run DMC kind of way.
It’s all my fault, actually.
I was talking to a friend and mentioned how we hadn’t gotten the flu yet. I wondered if it had made its way over to the West Coast, and if somehow we managed to avoid its scourge.
Nothing angers the Flu Gods and gets their attention like someone glibly stating that they have yet to be struck.
Sure enough, within a week, we were dealing with 103 degree temperatures and a miserable, glassy-eyed child who refused to eat. Even ice cream.
It’s been five days, and the Munchkin still isn’t much better. We took him to the doctor, concerned about the unbroken high fever, and were told to simply wait it out.
I’m waiting it out. I’ve been waiting it out. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME almighty Flu Gods? A shrine made up of used tissue boxes, thermometers, and children’s Tylenol bottles?
Because I could totally do that.