There is an office test for flu if you ask for it.
While a cold feels like youve been run over by a car, the flu feels like youve been run over by a train. The overwhelming fatigue…
I had the flu a couple years ago (Influenza A, according to the handy-dandy little test thing they stuck up my nose at the clinic) and man, was it BAD.
I ran an outrageously high fever (105, 106) for an adult, making me delirious at times, and blood vessels in both my eyes were broken, making the whites of my eyes totally scarlet red, with black eyes underneath, to boot. I looked so awful that my 7-month old son would cringe and cry when he looked at my face. It was a miserable, miserable week. I looked like some cross between a zombie and a vampire.
I was maniacal about cleanliness, though… and somehow miraculously managed to avoid infecting any of my kids or my husband. I was practically taking a bath in Lysol every day, in fear of having to treat four little kids with the flu.
Latveria is under attack by a particularly virulent strain right now.
Stepson_Doom, 13 and smallish has been mostly bedridden for 2 days, was horribly vomitous Wednesday night and is still in rough shape.
Stepdaughter_Doom, 11, had a bit of a cold late last week for a couple days, and took to vomiting while I was out this evening Christmas shopping.
Mrs_Doom was fine all day, but texted me around 7EST telling me she was illl. When I got home she was fetal on the bathroom floor hoping to hold more vomiting at bay. She has since made her way back to bed and vomited once since.
Daughter_Doom, 16, and your humble narrator are both hale, as yet.
This is a particularly violent and fast-moving bug, to cause the bodies of my loved ones to so vehemently disagree with its presence.