When I woke up yesterday, I didn’t really feel like I was hitting on all cylinders. I was stiff, especially in my legs, and although I ate breakfast, I didn’t especially enjoy it. But I chalked it up to middle age or not getting enough sleep, and the job is the job, so I went to school. Yes, there’s a flu outbreak on campus, but I got my shot last fall, so I really wasn’t worried about that.
Now I think I should have been. By the time I got home yesterday afternoon (around 1:30), I had just about enough energy to let the dog out, bring her back in, and go upstairs for a nap. I was still dozing around 5:30 when Mrs. M got home. The leg stiffness was now accompanied by a sinus headache. Was I running a fever? Probably not, as I had taken a couple of ibuprofen tablets, but it turned out there was no way to tell, as somewhere over the years, we lost our thermometer.
Either way, it was decided that I should retreat to the downstairs, so as to limit contamination of the ladies of the family, because it appears that I have a touch of flu. Ah, well — I know the vaccines aren’t foolproof, but they hadn’t let me down previously. First time for everything, I guess.
So I spent the night in a downstairs guestroom — one the Mads typically occupy when they visit (Don’t worry — we’ll change the sheets before y’all come back.) I woke up around midnight when the first chill hit me, but they petered out after an unpleasant 15-20 minutes, and I was able to sleep until they hit me again around 5. At that point, I sent a message to my chair and the department’s administrative assistant letting them know that Mrs. Moore’s oldest wasn’t going to be in.
I got up about an hour ago, and I still feel lousy, but now most of it seems to be from about the clavicles up. I guess we’ll see how it goes. I checked my e-mail once I got up, and found one from a kid in my 9:00 class, telling me he has the flu and won’t be making it. I told him his timing was excellent.
I’m trying to find a little solace in the claim that if you’ve been vaccinated, even if you still get the flu, it typically doesn’t hit as hard. And since this is the first time in nearly 20 years that I’ve been hit with the stuff (I still remember working the reference desk at the Ball State library with a temperature of 103, because dammit, they wanted their 20 hours that week), I guess I should be grateful. Still, those of you who have already had to deal with this crap — I understand. And those of you who have been lucky thus far — count your blessings. And have a little music, including some nifty drumming from (I think) a young Chris Slade: