Every Man for Himself.

This is my official warning to seniors, mothers with small children, the lame and infirm of any description. If there is a flu vaccine shortage next year, you're gonna have to wrestle me for the last vial. This year Barb persuaded me we should not get the shots --assuming we could-- so there would be "more for those who need it most." Easy call when you're feeling great. Well, we both got the flu and it has been a nasty, miserable three days (assuming the worst is over). So I won't be holding the door for you down at the clinic, granny. Tell the OATS bus driver to floor it.