The Flu? But That’s Why We Had Shots!

My girl has the flu! And she had not one, but two flu shots this year! She caught it from her sweet­ie down at Geor­gia Tech, and if there’s a place in Geor­gia that’s more inter­na­tion­al than the air­port, that’s it. So I sup­pose it’s one of those strains that she was­n’t vac­ci­nat­ed against. But still!

The young infec­tion vec­tor was giv­en a pre­scrip­tion for Tam­i­flu, but I haven’t heard much more about his con­di­tion since the vis­it to the stu­dent clin­ic. She’s bare­ly able to stay upright but want­ed to go down to stay with him (his moth­er appar­ent­ly hav­ing offered her a ride dur­ing one of her trips to deliv­er a care pack­age). He kind­ly offered to take care of her so as to avoid infect­ing the Bear and me. As sweet as that is, I don’t real­ly think it wise to have the two sick kids depen­dent on each oth­er, no mat­ter how good their inten­tions may be.

Yes, I am a Mean, Mean Mom­my, but she’s sleep­ing too much to real­ly protest. There’s also the fact that she can’t stand to speak much due to her sore throat. Of course, she’s curled up in our bed, which is the pre­ferred refuge for sick chil­dren, even when they’re All Grown Up at 19. Kioshi is keep­ing a close eye on her, with breaks to check on the angle of sun­light in the kitchen and liv­ing room.