HAHAHA, you poor suckers that missed your flu shots! I had mine weeks ago!
And it worked. I got it.
Because you need to have it injected, not drink it.
And, some people are allergic to it.
And, how would they make sure that everyone got the right amount of vaccine? People who drink a lot of water would get too much and people who only drink bottled water wouldn’t get any. And what about the people who have well water? I could go on…
Psst. They make it a nasal spray form now. Your insurance may not cover it, da bastids, but it may be worth it to you to shell out $65 out of pocket.
Yep, I think I got it too. I’ve spent maybe a grand total of 2 hours out of my bed since my alarm clock went off this morning. If I don’t feel better when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll make a trip to the doctor. But, as for now, time for another slug of NyQuil and the warm confines of my bed.
I even got my flu shot like a good girl, but I’ve been feverish since Sunday – and having some really interesting feverdreams. I’m nauseous and headachey and stuffed up – just vaguely, mind, not much more than I usually am with allergies. But the goo is running down my sinuses and the back of my throat so I can hardly speak.
It’s aggravating.
Uggg… our department secretary, and her child has the flu: when last I saw her, she was moving (when she had the energy to do so) like someone with a severe case of arthritis. Our tech guy is at home as well, as his child is sick. I’ve seen a lot of people shuffling by, coughing and looking like they’ve pulled all-nighters (for two weeks straight).
I’m sooooo thankful I’ve only had the flu all of… twice. (And one time it was doubtful that’s what it actually was.) My sympathies to everyone who’s gotten the flu, or has to deal with those who have. 
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I haven’t had a shot in 30 years, and I haven’t had the flu in 10. I’ll take my chances. I feel as though I’m surrounded by a force field or something!
Flu update, day 2: Went to the doctor this morning, was told that whatever I have isn’t “The Flu” but some other viral infection (Translation: We don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you and we can’t do anything about it, now shut up and go home). My longest stretch out of bed in the last 2 days has been maybe 2.5 hours, when I went to the doctor this morning. I’m drinking as much water as I can possibly stand, but it doesn’t seem to be doing any good. I can’t sleep because my nose is too stuffed up to breathe. I can’t watch TV because my eyes hurt too bad. My food consumption has been approximately 1 chocolate chip cookie every 8 hours. Sudafed, NyQuil, and Advil are all worthless against this foe.
Kalhoun, consider yourself lucky. At this rate, I might be back at work in a month.
I just caught this sucker last Sunday night. It’s horrible allright. Luckily I’m not vomiting or anything and I don’t have achy legs (but they are really tired and heavy like). The cough is annoying, my sore throat is unbearble. I can’t eat anything because it hurts so much going down. I force fluids down so that I don’t dehydrade. It’s a doosey alright. I haven’t been sick for 4-5 years. I could be around anyone who was sick and I would never get it. I got this from my office mate (not pitting her), who had it and her kids had it also. I did find a nasal spray that got rid of my nose congestion and found out that advil cold and sinus helps a little. Nyquil seems not to be workign at all. The last three nights, I had very bad nights. I’m so tired right now because of it.
My 15 month old wasn’t able to get vaccinated; he’s allergic to egg. I’m fairly worried.
Count me among the ill - went to the doctor this morning and discovered I have the flu AND another respiratory infection. Yippee! I always was an over-achiever. My boss didn’t want me in the office, so I’m home watching All My Children. I’m going to go crawl into bed in a few minutes if I can sleep through this sore throat. My eyes hurt. My neck hurts. My glands are swollen. I have a fever. And my cats won’t shut the fuck up. I go into one room and it’s “Meow! MEOW! MEOW!” Another room, and it’s “Mrreeeeow! MMMMMRRRRREEEEEOOOOOOWWW!”. Perhaps it’s only annoying because I feel like death. Any other time, they’d be cute.
Ava
I know what you mean. My neck doesn’t hurt, but my throat is killing me and I can hardly speak now.
Oh my bloody fucking lord.
It started out okay. I had a bit of a runny nose, felt a bit congested, but I thought I was doing all right. I thought I was fighting it off.
Then I woke up one day, coughed, and felt the most amazing pain I’d ever felt in my life. I’m used to being uncomfortable when I’m sick. But this was hard core, actual pain. I can’t even describe it. Like everything in my body was rattling around a spiky cage. I spent all of five minutes awake before I reached for the Nyquil. There was no point to staying awake for that kind of hurt.
During the next three days, I spent maybe six hours total awake. It was hard keeping hydrated because I didn’t have the energy to walk to the kitchen. Luckly I think I skipped most of the fever and chills and nasea. Just lots of restless uncomfotable sleep full of strange fever dreams.
I spent the next two days awake and lucid but still to weak to leave bed. I’d get ready in shifts- first I’d put in my contacts, rest up for half an hour, then pad back into the bathroom to brush my teeth, rest up for half an hour, then wash my face, etc. The work it took to make soup was too much. I lost like five pounds. My whole body ached, especially the soles of my feet. I think it was day five that I finally managed to stand upright long enough to fill the bathtub and take a bath.
Only now do I feel good enough to walk distances of more than a block or get to the kitchen faucet as often as I need to to keep hydrated. My nose is torn to shreds by the two rolls of toilet paper I’ve gone through during the last week, I sneeze every twenty seconds (I seem to have become allergic to my right nostril), I feel naseous from the post-nasal drip, I cough up great wads of nasty every once in a while, my eyes hurt and my lips are chapped to hell. Otherwise I feel great.
Literally every single person I know has had it. First they feel a little bit of a cold coming on, then the pain hits them out of nowhere and they are completly out of it for three days, followed by a long recovery. All my friends are away on winter break, every livejournal I keep up with has a post saying “I’m sick and it hurts” followed by three days of silence. Amazing.
Well, I was just at the doctors. They told me it was bronchitis, not the flu. Still, bronchitis nailed me pretty good.
I almost feel lucky listening to you guys, for the past week I felt it creeping up. When I got home from work and I FINALLY sat down, I was so sore, legs, arms, back etc… I warned my boss it was coming, well,
7pm Friday “I feel crappy I’m going to bed”
Saturday, “Wow I feel hungover”, no headache, did some of the dreaded Christmas shopping, and yelled at more drivers than usual on the rare occasion when I go to town. On the way home I think maybe I just need to eat, so I hit the only place to eat in 10 miles, the local bar (REALLY good burgers) for some food. After about 2 hours and four beers, “Wow, I feel hammered I’m going home”. Sleep for 16 hours,
Sunday “Wow, I feel hungover, but worse without the headache”, hey I need to watch the Pats kick Jacksonvilles ass, so back around the corner to the bar I go(I couldn’t get the game in my house). About 3 hours (3 beers) later my mind was mostly incoherent, but I was balancing OK, so home I go, CRASH(me at home, not the truck) a bunch of tossy-turnys(you know sweat/ kick the blankets, Freeze turn up the heat/get the blankets off the floor, try to stretch the legs/sweat/shiver/drink water/hershey squirts), After 14 hours my alarm goes off, Oh crap I’m hung over, hit snooze 4 times, get up finally sweating my ass off, I’ve got the heat to 87 by now. “wait a second, I only had a couple of beer many moons ago, Shit, I’m sick” I still had to go to work to open up, of course I get there and the one person that comes in early without a key is “sick” again, 240 shorty & 3 packs a day, she gets out of breath lifting a fake fingernail. Pissed me off since I never punched in, drove 22 miles round trip(not that bad 75 speed limit the whole way/85-95), I waited for 1/2 hour (I tried to do a little bit, I was too delusional), she finally comes in almost looking sick(thats a normal day) and tells me she tried calling but the phones were out, STILL (apparently Qwest (fuck you and the Flu too) decided we needed a new phone line, so they send one jack ass out to disconnect the line on Thursday and finally send some monkey fuck out to hook it up on Tuesday.
Back to the original story, come back home sleep another five hours, actually come the realization that I AM sick (now wishing I was hungover), so lets go to town to get some medicine, I get half way there and realize, I have such a fever, I can barely see the damn road(Wondering how to explain this the Sheriff that just looked at funny). I get some drugs and a little brandy for good measure(no ginger brandy out here, but hey? what are you going to do?) Go home. Drug up, have a few pops for good measure, sleep all day Monday, try to call out Tuesday morning(not my day to be in early) phone is still out, and still being quite incoherent(sp?) and feeling like a stumbling zombie decide not to drive down there again (I learn a lesson once in a while, besides, I’ve already got my drugs and my brandy). I try to fax my boss using some Electronic-FAX thing I had an account to and those ass hats wanted to charge me. So I settled for an E-mail, hoping like hell he would read it. Well, since I slept the last half of Friday, and most of Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, I woke up this morning at 1am, feeling mediocre, and quite viscous(anally) So I sat on the pot for an hour, figured, I HAVE shit to do at work before I take 11 days off for Christmas, so I went in at 3 in the morning (notice how hard it is to scrub four days of non-showered sickness smell out of a hairy guy?), well I feel somewhat better now, I felt better leaving at 1pm and having everybody be pissed until I told them I had been there since 3am.
Back to the original, I do feel fortunate that I do not have a cough (well a little one, occasionaly) no sniffles, no shit in my lungs, and the worse seemed to have passed quickly. I may be on the one before most folks, from habits acquired in a long term care facility(kitchen(food service for you fancy people)) I tend to wash my hands and keep them out of my face more than most people. I still always got the nasty going around, just usually later than the ones that I had to discipline for NOT washing their hands, and fortunatly, for some reason with less “nastiness” and similar(sp? that doesn’t look right), yet milder symptoms, as my other co-workers who were NOT hygenically challenged(I’m not a neat freak, I just never wanted to be blamed for killing any residents). However, I have little contact with kids or elderly nowadays, so who knows what I have.
Good luck to all you sicky achey folks out there. I always bitch about you not coming to work, until… I get it.
Count me among those who have never had a flu shot. I had a bit of a congestion, but no flu, so far.
However, a schoolmate of my niece (in Atlanta)*died[/] two days ago from the flu. She was only 5, and her mother was a single parent. I’m still depressed about it.
No flu shot. I’m suddenly very grateful I’m a hermit as of late. I’ve heard bad stories about this flu, but I HATE shots (But love piercings - go figure). I do all my shopping between 1-4am. Cody works in a factory where people don’t come in if they feel crappy.
However, my sister in TX told me about one of her friends who was in the hospital with a 107 temperature. Sweet zombie jesus. 4 IVs into that boy, so she said. She also told me that we was in an ice bath, but I don’t know if they really do that (do they?). Fried his brain a little bit, but he’s okay. His reading has slowed down a bit, tho. Once he got out of the hospital, all his friends got him presents. Hell, I want to buy that kid a gift, living through that. Maybe I will. Damn.