I admit that I did not get a flu shot. Admit? Confess is more like it. When I was lying on the floor in the empty waiting room with fever of 104 it did occur to me that it might be time I went to work on my obsessive aversion/fear of needles. I know that I’m being irresponsible, reckless, even, given my track record with influenza and my body’s tendency toward pneumonia. Nevertheless, I felt somewhat vindicated when Dr. Freeland absolved my guilt. “I wouldn’t feel too bad about it. This years flu shot was practically worthless.”

I’ll probably get a shot next year.

Dr. Freeland prescribed tamiflu. Do you know the power of this miracle drug?  I had no idea medical science had created a pill that could practically stop the flu in its tracks. That said, I have another admission. Confession is more like it. Tussinex probably had more to do with my feeling better than tamiflu. That is, with the tussinex I feeling no pain. In fact, I was feeling the opposite of pain until my little red plastic bottle was empty.

A week into the flu my fever gone and my strength returning, my dog, Blue, said to me, “Enough is enough. I’ve got to get out of this house.”

This was just about the time when the temperatures plummeted into the single digits and I seriously attempted reasoning with Blue, but he simply would not give up. Every time I stood up, every time I took a step, every time I turned over in the bed, every time I put a log on the fire, every time I went to the bathroom or the kitchen he wagged his tail, jumped into the air, hurried to the door and barked, saying, “Thank you, thank you thank you, I knew you could do it. I’m ready to go!”

A new study has recently come out about the health benefits of having a dog. It seems that people who have dogs generally move more. I know I certainly move more since I adopted Blue 10 years ago.

Blue is part hound, part squirrel dog, part Dalmatian and probably part a lot of other things, but the biggest part of him just has to go outside every day.