Chicken Dinner, Emma’s got the flu!
Every winter, I throw on my cloak, grab my sword and become the Ned Stark of Illbefalls, because the chance of emerging from the cold & flu season unscathed is as hopeless a dream as those of any given character in Game of Thrones. EVERYBODY is going to get it, one way or the other.
Considering this year’s reports of flu-related tragedies, I’m thankful for having got their flu shots. It’s something I’ve been adamant about ever since it was available to them, but every year it gets exponentially harder to manage – so much so that October had me questioning whether we REALLY needed to go, and if there was a better way to do it.
Years past, I’ve scheduled one collective appointment, because otherwise? I need 3 separate days, co-pays, and requests for the sitter. Last year’s attempt at peer-encouragement at the school clinic was a 45 minute exercise in bald, unadulterated embarrassment. So, this year, I sucked it up, scheduled with our pediatrician and bought some bribes.
Turns out that three large My Little Pony plushies with sparkly, brushable hair? Those don’t cut it when there aren’t enough nurses or rooms to avoid two kids seeing the look of pain and grief on the first. This year’s experience was a scream and tear-filled drama fest the likes of which I’m sure made everyone in the building wonder which doctor was setting three broken bones at once, how new was he, and what on earth kind of hideous accident could cause that much carnage?
Anyway, I’m grateful we endured it. I just wish I’d made time to get my own. I’m completely doomed now.
16 More Children Dead from Flu; Peak Still to Come, CDC Says CNN | Feb 3,2018