Flu

I managed to catch the flu, most probably from a co-worker, last week which put me out of commission for four days. On the second day of misery I went to the doctor’s office. I have very mild asthma and started wheezing a bit so I felt it was necessary. What I really should have done was go in the first day I was sick. To test if I had the flu the doctor took a long thin q-tip and stuck it way up my nose, which was not a pleasant experience to say the least. A few minutes later the results showed that it was indeed the flu. The doctor also explained that in order to find out if it was H1N1, the swine flu, they would have to send it to the CDC, which they don’t do because it would flood them with tests. Long story short, the medication he prescribed seemed to do the trick and I’m feeling much better today.

After returning to work I couldn’t help but feel like I should quarantine myself to avoid sharing the days of misery I experienced. The stories of kids and pregnant women dying from the flu were in the back of my mind. During my absence at work, instructions were posted in the bathrooms on what one should do to prevent catching the flu and how not to spread it.

Before I got sick, we had our retaining wall on the edge of our property replaced. Our house sits higher up than our neighbor’s and the railroad ties that held the soil on our property were rotten to the core.

We also installed the shower pan, put up the concrete backer board and coated it with the incredibly red water resistant stuff.