Two weeks ago, the pediatrician mother of one of the children at the school came by and offered free flu shots to all the faculty and staff. I was one of only three people who declined, because I’ve never had a flu shot and have never had a problem.
Cut to last night, when I had to leave my family’s Halloween party early because I started to feel disgusting and ended up spending the entire night with a super high fever, vomiting in the bathroom. It was a blast. I feel much better today – I broke the fever by wearing layers under a giant velour bathrobe while sleeping under a comforter – but I have also accomplished nothing. I’ve watched both seasons of “The Inbetweeners” (U.K.) and am about to start “American Horror Story – Asylum.” I guess I should have gotten the flu shot.
Before I descended into madness last night, I humiliated my cat,
and headed up to my parents’ house to check out my dad’s epic decorations, which included a motorized dancing skeleton couple (one of whom was wearing my grandmother’s wedding gown from 1956), a three-piece skeleton band and female zombie who is more photogenic than I am.
I also had a discussion about fertility with my grandfather, who told me in no uncertain terms that I should have a child soon while my grandparents and great-aunts are still young enough to help (translation: ASAP). So much for keeping the baby train a secret. When you’re discussing babies with your grandpa, you’ve officially told everyone.