“I canceled the reservation,” Helaine said when I sauntered out of bed this afternoon. “They’re rebooked for Wednesday.”
She then described why Stefanie wouldn’t be on an airplane today. Any list of symptoms that includes “her skin hurts” seems reasonably debilitating to me.
Stef parked it on the couch in the family room. She had already shifted into slo-mo mode.
Helaine called this evening while I was at work. Stef’s fever was just over 100°, but she was feeling worse than earlier and having some trouble breathing. By the time Helaine touched base with Dr. Steve the die was cast. He said she’d be better off at the 24-hour walk-in facility in Guilford than the hospital’s E.R.
It didn’t take long for Stef to be seen and a verdict rendered. Swine flu, aka: H1N1!
Actually, as I understand it, there’s no simple way to know for sure what she has. Anyway, by the time tests came back you’d already want to be treating it.
Wednesday’s flight is out. Another cancellation.
“Imagine if she would have gotten on that flight,” Helaine pondered. You don’t want to think about that.
On Facebook Stef was making the best of it:
Yup…I have the piggy flu. Teeny tiny piggies running around my tummy… You always knew I liked to be trendy.
Luckily she didn’t get on the plane and she’s in a place where pre-existing conditions don’t matter. No one takes better care of you than mom!