Earlier in the week, I felt like I was getting the crud. I went into work Thursday morning but decided to make an appointment with my doc that afternoon. I was 99% sure I had a sinus infection. They swabbed me for the flu and it came back positive. He was surprised I didn’t feel terrible. What the what? I had a flu shot. He wrote all sorts of prescriptions and sent me on my way. I didn’t believe him so I went to a different doctor for a second opinion.

I am hard headed like that. When I was 34 weeks pregnant with Wells, they admitted me to the hospital (no, not psychiatric) for observation. A doctor that I’d never seen before came in at 4 a.m. and said they were taking me back for an emergency C section. When he left the room, I told SK that I had to have a second opinion. The look I gave him must have been straight crazy, because he ran down the hall after the doc with my request. Needless to say, second opinions are hard to come by on Sunday mornings at 4 a.m.

Back to the original story. So I went to doctor #2 and he confirmed that it is indeed flu and just for kicksies threw in a side of bronchitis. Pass the narcotic cough syrup. Lovely. Now my entire family is on Tamiflu and I have been sentenced to maximum security isolation. A little late, I know. My sincerest apologies to my co-workers at the EGP. I hope I did not infect any of you. And to you, flu shot, you can suck it.