I remember the last time I had the flu. It was about four months before Kevin and I were married. About five years ago exactly. Nothing has ever knocked me down quite like that before and I hoped to never feel this way again. If you think this would have encouraged me to seek out the flu shot each year after, you do not know who you are talking to. I will never willingly be stuck with a needle. I will never seek out a shot, ever.
Well after an extremely mentally draining week at work and multiple trips to London in the same week (not quite as glamorous as it sounds), the flu struck again. A couple of days of feeling bad, a day of feeling a little better, then three more days of feeling horrible = very rare sick days taken.
All I wanted was Campbell’s chicken noodle soup, strong meds and Netflix. Two out of three was better than nothing.
Chicken noodle soup – All I could find is Chicken and Veg. Not broth-y.
Strong meds – Day and Night Nurse is a miracle drug. I will miss this when we don’t have access anymore
Netflix – Gilmore Girls for the win!
