We have been in a nightmare. We have all had the flu, but Snell was harder than James or me. The doctor told us that the flu shot helped about 10-20% of the people who took it, but this strain that is so powerful wasn’t fazed by the inoculation. I know some people who have had this mess, and it has been devastating.
You just don’t recover promptly. Even when you are through with the fever and chills a cough lingers, and so does the weakness. It is the inability to regain strength that is giving so many people I know such trouble. They are weak and susceptible to the next bug that comes around.
My cousin’s wife was in the hospital with the flu for several days because she had to have IVs. The doctor said it was more dangerous in the hospital than at home. You had to wear a mask to come to her floor on the hospital.
I thought he was dead one night when I couldn’t wake him. He didn’t appear to be breathing. I touched him because he can’t hear me without his hearing aids. He was cold, clammy and didn’t stir. When he has a fever, his eyes don’t completely shut.
Think about this. Still, cold, unresponsive, eyes needing pennies. What would you think? I was about to dive in and pull him back from “The Light.” He isn’t going down that tunnel if I can help it.
When I finally shook him enough to open his eyes and look at me, I let out a surprised yelp. That woke James up and he came running. “What’s the matter, Mom? Are you okay?” It is nice to know that I have a scream that can be differentiated from the “spider scream.” This one is “You’re Daddy’s dead” scream.
I said in a shaky breath “Your Daddy is alive.”
He just went “Okay. I am going back to bed.”
When the time comes to collect that life insurance policy, I swear I will have earned every penny.