Bring Out Your Dead

WARNING: Men might want to avoid this post. Don't say you haven't been warned.

I haven't been blogging much lately because an evil flu monster attacked my family. My husband missed almost a whole week of work, and The Girl missed four days of school. I got lucky and just caught the tail end of it. All I missed was one day of work. My husband was talking to our neighbor, a nurse, about the taking The Girl to the doctor. The Girl was prescribed antibiotics, and the doctor suggested eating yogurt to avoid a yeast infection. When he told our neighbor that she told him the yogurt would work better if it wasn't eaten. When he told me that I immediately thought of the movie The Road To Wellville, about a turn of the century health spa. In that movie everybody gets yogurt enemas. I wasn't about to give anybody a yogurt enema, but he said that wasn't what she meant. You just smear the yogurt all around your girly parts. I'm not sure if she was talking about a tablespoon, or a whole container because I didn't want to find out. I also don't know if she meant just externally, or internally, too, and I'm not going to find out. That is just something we're all going to have to wonder about.

We're all still coughing and sniffling, but the worst is past. I missed work Tuesday, and when I came in yesterday I was very easily irritated. I wanted to track down about two thirds of my callers and choke them with their phone cords. You are always supposed to sound happy to talk to the callers, but it seemed like everybody was pushing my buttons yesterday. I'm lucky and don't suffer from PMS, but I think I came down with PFS, Post Flu Syndrome. I feel better today. I still have the sniffles, and every now and then it feels like my eyes are going to pop out of my head, but at least I'm back to my normal cheery self.