Well, it wasn’t the flu…it was pneumonia. 
Walking pneumonia, to be exact. Why it’s called walking pneumonia I can’t fathom. There was little walking taking place.
102+ degree fever for 5 days, even with a hard core antibiotic. 
I was laid flat in bed (very rare for me) for nearly a full week. Now, nothing remains but a cough…hack, hack. And I was up in time for Thanksgiving preparation. Fortunately, with aid of my firstborn daughter and my husband.
Thanksgiving was a success thanks to my “staff” for whom I am MOST grateful…and a little antibiotic called Levaquin.
The fifty-plus version of better living through chemistry…