If you've been wondering where I've been, well, that shaking, coughing mound of what appears to be dirty laundry, over in the corner, covered under used tissues and empty bottles of Vicks NyQuil?
That's me.
I'd back up a bit if I were you. That's better.
What felt like the onset of a mild cold last Monday evening was bone-aching, muscle-spasming flu by Tuesday morning. I haven't been really sick in quite a while, but I'm making up for lost time.
I don't know what strain of flu this is, or what 4-letter acronym it goes by. I'd suggest PAIN or HURT. It starts with a few innocent seeming sneezes and then your brains are leaking out your nose and that cracking sound you hear when you cough is your sternum finally cracking.
Then it gets really bad.
The doctor put me on Tamiflu, which certainly put the flu in a bad mood. My own efforts to self-medicate have been less than successful, possibly because in my delirium I mixed up a book of old folk remedies with a Betty Crocker cookbook and wound up trying a lot of chicken-based casserole poultices.
Here are some other treatments to avoid, during the flu:
* The old adage 'drink plenty of liquids' doesn't extend to include grain alcohol or Febreeze.
* Chicken soup does give me energy, because if I see another cup of it I'm going to throw that crap outside. And believe me just walking to the door right now takes quite a burst of energy.
* Get plenty of rest, they say. Oh really. Because I was thinking about going outside and chopping a couple cords of oak firewood, but if prevailing wisdom says I should lie here and shiver in a pool of my own sweat, well, okay, I'll do that then.
* Zinc is said to have therapeutic benefits during colds and flu. You know, I could eat my entire set of zinc cookware right now, and I don't think it would do anything but dull my teeth. Okay, I ate a ladle, just in case, and nothing happened.
I'd write more, but I have to go huddle in a corner and shake now. Am I not supposed to be at the top of the food chain? All this over a microscopic twist of proteins, a mere virus, a thing with fewer brains and less muscle than Charlie Sheen?
I'd shake my head in disbelief if that didn't require so much effort.
Send pudding and potable beverages.
That's me.
I'd back up a bit if I were you. That's better.
What felt like the onset of a mild cold last Monday evening was bone-aching, muscle-spasming flu by Tuesday morning. I haven't been really sick in quite a while, but I'm making up for lost time.
I don't know what strain of flu this is, or what 4-letter acronym it goes by. I'd suggest PAIN or HURT. It starts with a few innocent seeming sneezes and then your brains are leaking out your nose and that cracking sound you hear when you cough is your sternum finally cracking.
Then it gets really bad.
The doctor put me on Tamiflu, which certainly put the flu in a bad mood. My own efforts to self-medicate have been less than successful, possibly because in my delirium I mixed up a book of old folk remedies with a Betty Crocker cookbook and wound up trying a lot of chicken-based casserole poultices.
Here are some other treatments to avoid, during the flu:
* The old adage 'drink plenty of liquids' doesn't extend to include grain alcohol or Febreeze.
* Chicken soup does give me energy, because if I see another cup of it I'm going to throw that crap outside. And believe me just walking to the door right now takes quite a burst of energy.
* Get plenty of rest, they say. Oh really. Because I was thinking about going outside and chopping a couple cords of oak firewood, but if prevailing wisdom says I should lie here and shiver in a pool of my own sweat, well, okay, I'll do that then.
* Zinc is said to have therapeutic benefits during colds and flu. You know, I could eat my entire set of zinc cookware right now, and I don't think it would do anything but dull my teeth. Okay, I ate a ladle, just in case, and nothing happened.
I'd write more, but I have to go huddle in a corner and shake now. Am I not supposed to be at the top of the food chain? All this over a microscopic twist of proteins, a mere virus, a thing with fewer brains and less muscle than Charlie Sheen?
I'd shake my head in disbelief if that didn't require so much effort.
Send pudding and potable beverages.
Sorry to hear you're sick Frank. Hope you get better soon.
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