I've faced the beast head-on and she ain't pretty. I've fought her back with Tylenol, Advil, cold compresses, hot compresses, saltines, jello, and have even tried to cuddle it to death. Bitch. Keeps. Coming. Back. Gracie, my healthy, "gotta-run-her-before-bedtime" girl has been hit, and she's been hit hard by that bitch, Flu. For four days no, now school, no extracurricular activities and barely any food for this kid. Worrisome. I think people throw the word "flu" around a bit flippantly - a sniffle is not the flu, a cough and general malaise is not the flu. The flu is knock-you-down, heat you up, put a chill in your bones that violates your throat, head, lungs AND stomach. I hate seeing her like this.
Edie hopes she doesn't get it either. She said to me yesterday that she couldn't get sick, because where would all the kids go? I asked her what she meant and she said they wouldn't open the day care if she stayed home sick. LOVE the ego of a three year old!
Have a great weekend, bolt your doors, black out your windows. Flu is out there, looking for willing hosts......(oh, and if you don't hear from me for a week, you'll know Bitch got me too).