I just got my flu shot, and this is a major accomplishment. I usually put "Flu Shot" on my to-do list in mid-September and then procrastinate until a few days before Thanksgiving. This is not a wise thing to do.
Every year, my extended family has a huge Thanksgiving gathering. On average, three or four relatives look deathly ill as we say the blessing. To these relatives, I say: I love you, but not when you have the flu.
And to make matters worse, I always learn, after I have gorged myself on a dish, that its preparer has a 102 degree fever and just threw up in the guest bathroom. Seriously? I don't remember ordering a side of flu virus with my cranberry sauce.
I then spend the next week worrying: Will I get the flu? Is my flu shot effective? The pharmacist said it would take two weeks for the shot to be effective. Oh, why didn't I get the shot in October?
Well, not this year! My years of playing chicken with the flu are over. Nevermind the fact that my arm is now S-O-R-E and I'm probably going to have a bad reaction to the shot. Nothing is getting between me and the Thanksgiving mashed potatoes.
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