I am alive. I swore that I would rise like a phoenix today, but I think I'm still half buried in the ashes of this flu. Next year, flu shot. Repeat after me: Next year, flu shot. I get them some years, some years I don't. If I'm at the doctor's office and they say it's time for a flu shot, I say sure. When my parents were alive we tried to get shots for both them and us, as we worried about them getting sick. But now I'm rather lackadaisical about it. No more. Sunday I'd felt good enough to be up and cook dinner. Monday I worked at home, taking some breaks to lie down, but did ok. Yesterday, I woke up feeling horrendous…back to the worst of it. Today I am better, but not quite the phoenix I was hoping for. Aches, throat sore as hell, exhaustion, runny nose, upset stomach, general malaise….I'm as fun as hell. BUT…it's all relative and I am better. Overwhelmed by how behind I now am at work but, uh, better. 

Trying to be positive.

Trying to be positive.

Onward.

 

Thoughts?