“A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.” ~Irish Proverb
The FLU has landed. Right here in the cuckoo’s nest.
Right here on my poor baby boy. So pitiful. Baby girl was sick with the creeping crud last week, and thankfully, she has now recovered–with the exception of the occasional hacking jag. But my boy is feeling like doo-doo, y’all! A nostril swab (aka brain stab! YIKES!) has proven that my boy has contracted Influenza “A”…I suspect from the kid next door who has been down with the flu for over a week now.
I can’t recall any of us ever having had the actual full on for real flu before. Oh, we’ve had stuff before…real bad cruddy stuff. But to actually be diagnosed with “Influenza”…well, there’s something just a little bit more medically alarming about that. Plus, it just tops off an already foggy, dreary, rainy day! Good times.
I went to my local drug store and picked up all the prescribed pharmaceuticals, as well as a boat load of hand sanitizer and new toothbrushes for everyone!
I’m envisioning my whole house and its entire contents being lifted by some ginormous crane and lowered into a big ‘ole vat of hand sanitizer. Like a flea dip…or a flu dip, if you will. <insert cheesy grin here>
Let the fumigation begin!