What's Ailing the Ry-ry?: Flu-like symptoms

I came up lame on Saturday night... more lame than usual. We had grandparents in town and that allowed us to enjoy an evening out. And what an evening we had planned. Wifey was cool enough to go along with the plans I'd made without her knowledge so we hit a little BBQ in the late afternoon, a movie and then over to the best Best Man Ever's house for a little shindig. And how does body thank me for this great chance at being imbibed with alcohol? He decides to go David Carradine on me. I get the flu. And not just any flu, but the Swine Flu. H1N1. Sonofabitch.

We made it to the movie (after a couple of fantastic Yazoo beers at the BBQ ), but I had to bolt out of there as soon as it was over because I was getting the chills (probably running a fever), and shivering in the cold ass theater. So when we got to Nate's place, I had one drink and knew before I finished it I had to go home. That really sucks because we don't get to hang out that often, and this was one of those times Wifey was into it what with the Eppler clan being in attendance and getting to hear some good stories. I tried to hold out as lon as I could, but it wasn't as long as Iwould have liked.

Well, anyways, this morning I felt OK enough to go to work, but as the day drags on (and the OTC drugs wear off), I'm starting to feel the death rattle that is the Swine Flu. I'm getting chills and shivers. A headache is beginning to crack my cranium, like the teethe cutting through Cutie Pie 2's lower gums. And the achy joints and back are setting in as well.

Now, I'm going to take some more drugs, but I don't like to do it.

Only because of the taste, though, not because I'm worried about my body becoming resistant to antibiotics, but instead because I don't like the taste. That's right, I'm a 30+ year old person still complaining about the taste of things that keep me going. I'm not a man. I'm a little cardboard box that folds under any pressure, whether real or percieved. Weak.