If it's getting on mid-February and you've managed to not get any kind of sickness all winter, please, whatever you do, don't smugly say to your husband,
"Gosh, I haven't gotten sick AT ALL this winter! I've never felt better."
You know why? Because the very next day you'll get the flu. Totally. I said the above stupid sentence out loud on Thursday night. Friday I went to work feeling perfectly fine. Friday afternoon I sneezed...and it felt different. And I knew. FUCK. So I spent the weekend thinking I had a nasty cold and last night went to that year-round doctor place to make sure it wasn't the flu. They stuck Q-Tips way, way, way up in my head via my nose and yes, indeedy, I've got the flu. So much for the flu shot! I want my ten dollars back, man.
Luckily I just made the 48 hour mark for Tamiflu, so I'm taking that in hopes that I'll feel less like complete and utter crap in a few days. Makes for a really fantastic weekend, let me tell you. My nose is actually chapped, from so much tissue blowing action. The suckiest part is that I'd just started a new weight-lifting program that I'm all excited about and was doing great my first week in and now I have to start all over. I'm pretty bummed about that.
Anyway, wash your hands, Internet world. Wash your hands and keep washing them. And don't touch anything. Or anyone. le sigh.