As Frankie Valley once crooned: "Oh, what a night". It was like a scene from Bridesmaids . I wasn't sure what end it was coming out. All of my orifices were weeping. Look away! And, My Lord, kill me now. The situation was so dire, I had to sit on the throne while puking into a pail. Thank God it didn't happen earlier when I was at Costco. There would have been a clean up on aisle six. To think, I got the flu shot. Didn't matter. As a smarmy nurse might tell me, I got the shot for the wrong strain of flu. Obviously. I've never had the flu shot before this year. I only did so because we had a baby coming into the house and didn't want little Skye's life to be put in peril. I've always thought it was the most pessimistic of actions, getting the flu shot, like buying full term life insurance. Or building a bunker. Besides, I have the constitution of an elephant, thanks to years of being a journalist aka professional drinker. I'm not a ...
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