I may have the flu. I may have had the flu since last Saturday, a few days after Christmas.
I thought it was just an ear ache and a sore throat. Allergies. Austin is famous for allergies. Everyone says so.
Then I thought I had a sinus infection.
On Thursday a doctor told me I had the flu. Even though I had a flu shot. Even though I didn’t feel at all as if I had the flu. I didn’t feel that sick. My ear hurt, though. And I thought I needed antibiotics for the sinus infection.
I never get sinus infections.
I hadn’t had the flu since 1990 and I clearly remember not being able to get out of bed for 2 weeks and wanting to die. And being afraid I was going to die. Now that was the flu.
Banjo Man and Son #2 have been taking good care of me here at the condo. Son #2 made a vat of gourmet chicken soup in the crock pot. Banjo Man brings me tea and popsicles. They pretend they’re not worried about getting sick, too, and I hide in the bedroom.
I am not that sick. I’ve had laryngitis for three days. But my ear hurts. My ear hurts a lot. The doctor looked in my ear, recoiled a bit and said, “Man, that’s an angry ear.”
The worst part of this is being quarantined from my grandson, daughter-in-law and son. I have certainly already exposed them to some form of the flu, some form of the flu that is resistant to the vaccine. I feel like Typhoid Mary.
So much for lovely family days together. The Downton Abbey Watch Party has been cancelled. We are very sad.
I miss my little family and my funny grandson.
This is a very strange vacation.