I keep meaning to write a blog called “Ronald McDonald is the Antichrist,” but I haven’t got the energy. I’m feeling unwell, and my littlest daughter has been sick for days and days. Tomorrow: adventures in medicine.
In the meantime, go read this, especially if you are a man who wonders why it’s so hard to meet women. The most interesting comment on the piece comes from a high school teacher, who writes:
Don’t know if I should hope that my kid has swine flu or not. If she does, when she’s better she’ll be immune and I won’t have to worry about it anymore, right?
Medical Update: The pediatrician was entirely unimpressed by Little Bit’s symptoms and sent us away without any prescriptions or flu tests or anything. In fact, she carefully avoided using the word “flu” at all, even though LB has had a fever for six straight days and is coughing like a sixty-year-old smoker. When I asked, she said the only time they test for H1N1 is when the patient is so sick they are headed for the hospital, immunocompromised, or pregnant. Little Bit, thankfully, is none of those things. The doctor also made a vague remark about severe medication shortages, which I interpreted as, “She’s not that sick, so don’t be asking me for no Tamiflu.”
After we left, I thought of the question I should have asked: After LB gets better, how will I know if I should get her vaccinated for H1N1, when I won’t know if she’s had it or not?
So, it appears we are looking at several more days out of school. Oh well, the teacher’s not there, anyway. She’s got the flu.