Flu 1 Me ZERO

Are you a good patient? I am not. I am cranky, and whiny and horrible to be around when I am sick. Sorry, but I am. I don't have much faith in a flu shot either. With so many kinds of influenza, and all those shifting antigens, I don't see how one shot is going to stop me from getting some mutated version of whatever crap is going around. And this year the flu seems to be a dandy one two combination of nausea and diarrhea. Good times. I have lost quite a bit of weight, so there is that. But it makes me wonder how folks with anorexia have the will power to stick with it. No offense to the late Karen Carpenter, of course. I seem to be absolutely exhausted all the time. I have no energy, and no appetite, either. Of course, it's hard to have an appetite when you know that whatever you eat is going to come screaming out of one end or the other at the speed of sound. I also love all the home cures for Flu. I have a relative who shall remain nameless for this blog entry. This particular family member knows every wives tale, home cure, try this from the old days remedy for the last half century. It's like being a science experiment every day of your sickness. I have tried onion soup. I have tried garlic tea. The same with chicken soup, chamomile tea and countless other cures. I do not want to go to the doctor. I hate it when they say "yep. That's the flu. Plenty of rest and liquids. That will be eighty five dollars, please. " I can rest and drink broth a lot better with the eighty five dollars in my pocket. Thank you very much. I know you imagine that I am off point completely with the store that Sam built, but not really. Given Walmart's absentee policy, how much less likely are you to take off work when you are sick? Don't get me wrong, I have worked with some associates who took off work when the wind shifted. But the way the policy is written now, if you try to stay home for a few days and simply heal, you will likely find yourself out of a job. I guess it's much better idea to go in every day and spread it around to everyone you see, and everything that you touch. Don't you? So here I sit, running for the bathroom every half hour or so, at least with the luxury of not having to spread this around Walmart. I hope that someone in Bentonville reads this and changes their sick policy. If they do, you can thank me later.