Well, so much for flu shots. The "Vengeance of Christmas", I call it.
I was minding my own business busily stuffing chocolate in my face all the while thinking, "This is stupid, Ed." I didn't know that within 24 hours I'd be in bed, hacking and coughing, shivering, cursing (in a Christian sort-of way), words like "aw shucks, " phooey," "rats," and others that don't require confession or repentance.
Here I am 96 hours later, still hacking, still having muscle pain, grousing, impatient, having no clue what to do or what to write. Perhaps I should go back and read my previous post of healthy eating (and subsequent) healthy living. That's 30 for now.
God Bless. e.c.
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