There’s a monster out there I can’t stop thinking about. It scares me, worries me, and angers me.
I’m trying to do everything I can to keep that monster from coming in to my home. After all, we do stay home mostly out of fear for the monster.
That monster is the flu.
I don’t know about where you are, but in DFW, they’re saying it’s the worst they’ve ever seen.
I wasn’t too worried about it until I heard THAT.
When I heard, the other night, about a 6 year old girl who died from the flu just hours after coming home from the ER, I started to get scared. Like, “it’s-all-I-think-about” scared.
I used to get a flu shot when I was a teacher. Every year I got the shot, I would get the flu.
Since I quit teaching 4 years ago, I have yet to get the shot again and I haven’t had the flu since. Interesting, I think.
Of course, now that I’m scared and thinking this could be a life or death situation, I want him to get it.
But, to make matters worse, just when I thought we were well on our way to moving past HSP and getting better, he woke up last night crying with swollen ankles/feet and many new spots on his legs. Ugh.
This means he probably can’t get it now.
And even people who are getting the flu shot are still getting the flu.
Brantley is too young, as far as I know, since she’s 5 months.
I feel like I have to be trapped inside my home until flu season is over.
It really is haunting me, every day. I just don’t know what to do.
Linking up with MamaKat.