I had this grand plan to tell you all about where we are in our dog search, but last night my cold morphed into something I was sure was the flu, but after going to the doctor this morning and being swabbed I have been assured that I do not have the flu.
I was sort of disappointed, frankly. When you lay down on the floor and cry because you haven’t slept all night and your head feels like it’s going to explode and you have a fever and you can say, “I HAVE THE FLU!”, well, people are understanding.
If you do all of those things but you have to say, “It’s just a VIRUS!”, you kind of feel like an ass. Or at least I do, what with my husband probably in the process of dying and whatnot, at the same time. I mean, he has MRSA. I just have a lot of snot. And, apparently, a very low tolerance for feeling like crap.