And so begins the flu

When we fall ill, we often tell people we "have the flu".  Whenever I get sick in the Winter or Spring, Liz will admonish me for not getting a flu shot.  Usually, we just have a nasty cold.  But not this time.  This time it was the real deal H1 influenza!  Oh joy!  Schuyler was patient zero (here we are at the doc's office for the first of several visits), no doubt infected by that petri dish we call her school.   Then Papa got it.  Then Mama.  Then Charlie.  All a couple of fateful days apart.  This thing was miserable.  Laid up in bed with fever, pain, nausea, and all the fun sideline of each of those for two days of torpor.  This was the kind of illness that you recover from an ten days later you still feel like you wouldn't normally go to work feeling like this but you feel so much better than the beginning.  Anyway, we were kind of taken out of commission and in and out of work as one of the parents and/or the kids was knocked out for yet another day.