You know, considering we put a man on the moon almost fifty years ago, you would think by now somebody would have created a cure for the damn flu.
I’m now on day 10 of the worst flu I’ve had in a few years. It was severe enough that last week (for the first time ever) I missed a comic book convention. Not that I didn’t try to go, but when the wifey gets that evil look on her face, I know better.
And since I had a fever of 101. I suppose she was right, but I still can’t believe I missed a comic show. And for the record, cowbell did not work.
This week brought the coughing/hacking. Of course when I’m up and about I seem to be better, but when I try to lie down to seep, all hell break loose. The worst of the coughing attacks came a couple of days ago, and while the coughing today is a little better, the fits are still unpredictable.
And so, the damn Flu of 2015 has now cost me something else: my ticket to tomorrow’s 1:15 showing of “Star Wars: The Force Awakens.” I suppose I could go if I really wanted to, but I’ve seen “Outbreak” enough times to know how coughing attacks in a movie theatre go.
Guess I’ll have to wait until next week to see the movie. So screw you flu, you’ve cost me plenty!