Monday, February 4, 2008

The answer to the question I posed two posts down. . .

No. There is no hope that I won't get it.

By nine o'clock last night I knew it was coming and it wasn't long before it hit. That's how you know it's the real flu and not just a bad cold. It hits like a ton of bricks at break-neck speed, and the coughing allows you to see your body inside out.

So we put in a call to the good doctor this morning, he called in three prescriptions for Tamiflu, and Ben went to the drug store to pick them up.

Except that they only had one box left.

Will the fun never end?

Seems everyone else in our area has discovered the wonder-drug-abilities of this stuff and all the pharmacies are out. They did tell Ben they would have more tomorrow, to come back after 3 pm, and this one box would be enough to get all of us started on it. I may go camp out to be first in line.

Yet, in the midst of all this suffering, we can still rejoice that the New England Cheaters didn't win the Superbowl. There is justice in the world.

Be thankful ~

Karen

2 comments:

Jeana said...

I think that puts you one flu over the cuckoo's nest.

Feel better soon!

Lisa said...

Oh Karen, I'm so sorry you got it after playing caretaker!

One advantage though: everyone is SO sympathetic to your misery now.

Here's hoping for a speedy recovery!