He Will Live...

We went to the Astros game last night. They lost but it was ok. Cathy got a giveaway Yuli Gurriell jersey. He's her favorite. The Star Spangle Banner was played by a youth orchestra with impressive musicianship and amplification. There were fireworks. It was a good time.   

Today I woke up with an hour of exercise and after that I began a bit of music rehearsal. After 30 minutes or so I was shivering cold, achy and the thermometer revealed 100 degrees of fever. Cathy returned from a swim at the pool and I took a covid test. It was negative. Seemed to be just plain old garden variety flu of which I had took the latest greatest double strength recommended for those over 65 shot along with a covid booster 5 days ago. 

I guess a delayed reaction. It did mess up plans for church activity, swing dancing with the Old Town Brass tonight and a planned trip with my son to the Big Slough Wilderness Area tomorrow. A couple doses of ibu, a couple of glasses of tea and a four hour nap and besides some aches and pains I think with a bit of rest I will live. 

The upside to this is my appetite is gone. Other than a bowl of corn grits this morning for breakfast I can't recommend a not eating diet to anyone but I will be a slick looking old man walking the Hipster Highway in Logan Square in my skinny legged jeans when I visit Chicago late next week. 

I still recommend the flu shot. Instead of a four hour nap I could have been in room 4 of ICU. It makes a difference.