The past five winters I have allowed myself to be chided and prodded into submitting to a flu shot. In the end I shrug and offer up my arm because I figure I must be an idiot to refuse--I mean, it's a good idea, right? And every year I have come down with an ass-kicking case of the flat-on-my-back-flu from hell.
So this year I am going shot-free.
Damn thee, oh fickle flu shot, I say. I laugh in the face of germs and various bio hazards, ha!
Screw it. I am going commando this year. I will drink more water and wash my hands a lot and steer the shopping cart with my feet and kick doors open and refuse to shake hands with anyone. I'll let you know how I did come Easter-or so.
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Never had a flu shot. Come to think of it, can't remember the last time I had a flu. When I get cold-cocked, it's usually for little more than 24 hours - that is, I go down about 10 p.m. Saturday and don't feel human again until Monday morning.
So I'll probably be in the first wave of casualties from H5N1 when it finally mutates and becomes a pandemic.
Good luck! Universal precautions go a long, long way. Washing hands - it's not just for breakfast anymore!
I've never gotten a flu shot. And I rarely get the flu. Of course, my hands are chapped and bleeding from all the handwashing, but I figure I'll just get those fancy bionic hands when mine fall off.
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