The Holiday Flu

Timmy Daddy

By Tim Sullivan

Tim Sullivan grew up in a large family in the Northeast and now lives with his small family in Oakhurst. He can be reached at tim@ sullivanfinerugs.com.

It’s the week before Christmas and I have the flu. I feel like one of those inflatable lawn ornaments looks during the daytime, listless and pathetic. Kristen suggested I better get to Urgent Care so they could prescribe Tamiflu and shorten the duration. I thought – does she NOT see how miserable I am? How could I possibly drive all the way to Urgent Care? What if they ask me to fill out forms? But I went. The doctor said, “you should stay away from people until Friday… at least.” There was an Ebola-esque vibe to his instructions that at first was frightening and then oddly liberating. The week before Christmas usually entails the mother of all to-do lists. But somehow, there isn’t all that much to be done so I might enjoy this little sabbatical. Kristen came out of the Christmas gate strong this year. The Monday after Thanksgiving she email- bombed me with gift ideas and a week later we were pretty much done shopping. If Santa ever wanted to explore working from home, she could probably show him a thing or two. We hosted Kristen’s work party