Phooey to the Flu

The best thing that I can say about this round with the flu is that my timing is horrible. Last night I finally came down with some version of what the rest of my family had caught at Christmas. It seems that one of the little ones was carrying a virus and everyone, and I mean EVERYONE caught it. Everyone except me and except me until now. For awhile there I was starting to feel invincible, something about my makeup made me different from the rest of my family. Well, nature has a great way of making you humble really quick. I'm starting to feel much better and I really can't miss work tomorrow.

I hate being sick. That small consolation of not having to work or go to school when you are younger has long since faded, and it has been replaced with being annoyed. Doesn't this flu bug know that last week would have been much more convenient for me to be sick? I've never had a flu shot, but I think that next year I am going to have to break the trend, as this is three winters in a row that I have been struck down. I used to never get sick and now it is like an annual event in my life. My girlfriend just questioned whether or not anyone cares about my bouts with the flu, and she is probably right. However, it does make me feel better to wallow and share my misery with the unknown masses.