So we’ve had the flu in our house. Poor G has been sick with it since last Thursday. I got the call from the school nurse that he was running a 99.9 temp and had a headache. I was thinking that he probably just had a little bug. The flu never crossed my mind.
Well, he got steadily worse and on Friday we headed to the doctor. After an official flu test, (which looked like a pregnancy test, because the strip turns pink if you have the flu – which I totally did not tell G, because I don’t think a 12 year old suffering from the flu needs to have it brought to his attention that his flu test looks like a pregnancy test. I’m just sayin’.) we received the results that G had tested positive for Type A flu. Oh, lucky day!
And in an effort, that cries desperation, to avoid catching the flu, I rolled up my sleeve and practically begged for a flu shot. Yes, I know that it takes up to a week to be effective but that whole “ounce of prevention” thing kept running through my head. Or was it “a stitch in time”…no, it was “a day late and a dollar short.”
Anyway, no one else (praise God) has come down with it
yet. And we are praying that no one else does. Especially me and especially since I went through all the trouble pain to get a flu shot.
You know what they say. “Early worm gets eaten by the bird.”
Or something like that.