I don’t know about the rest of you, but, it’s been a bad year for the flu at our house. You know, that awful upper respiratory kind that just hangs on and hangs on and doesn’t want to go away. This year, I think each of us has had it at least once and now it’s making another round of the house. My husband got it and just went back to work today (he NEVER misses work). Now, my teenager has it. So far, I’m still standing. But, I’m feeling doomed.
Saturday, my husband thought he was coming down with something and he stopped at Wal-Mart to pick up some Zicam. Other people he knew had taken it and said it was wonderful, it really did ward off their illness. I don’t know what they were coming down with, but, it did absolutely nothing to stop the train wreck that hit my husband. By that evening he was starting to feel worse. He got gradually worse all through the day on Sunday and by Sunday night he was in bad shape. Sorry Zicam, I don’t think you’ll be getting a testimonial from our house.
I’ve been trapped in the house with sick people all week. It will be a miracle if I manage to make it through unscathed. But, I have to. There is way too much to do at work for me to get sick right now. We had a couple of deaths in our work and church families over the weekend and I already had to miss on Monday for a funeral. I guess I’ll just tell myself I’m not sick and keep on going. One thing’s for sure, I’m not planning to spend another hard earned $10 on Zicam!