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This installment of Worst Week Ever™ brought to you by a particularly nasty viral flu. Last night I finally called the nurseline to verify that some stupid bug could actually hold me hostage on the couch for 3 1/2 days and after talking with the nice lady for a few minutes she told me that I should go to my local urgent care. I said "I don't want to, all they ever say is 'drink lots of fluids'," but of course I went because when some anonymous nurse lady tells you to go to urgent care you get in your jeep and drive to the damn clinic.

So I get there and the place is empty. Seriously, I was the only patient in the whole place. (Moral: only get sick on Ash Wednesday.) So I get hustled back to some exam room and the doctor lady comes in and listens to me whine about how crappy I've been feeling and how I get super hot and then super cold and then super barfy and then super tired and she nods appropriately and takes a few fake notes on her scratch paper. Then she looks in my ears and at my throat and then matter-of-factly says "you have the flu".

And I say, "The flu as in the flu-shot flu?" thinking about all the mileage I was going to get out of blaming Bush for my downtime.

And she says, "No, there's a nasty viral flu going around and you've got it. Drink lots of fluids."

Yeah, that's what I've heard.