Anxiety is my middle name. It really is. And when DD1 came down with that swine flu, it was gunning for the stratosphere on rocket boosters.
But Lovely, you have a point.
And, as WWMC pointed out, just because you've had it doesn't mean it won't mutate or combine with another strain of flu and be something you can't get again or worse.
But seriously, she's right, you're far, far more likely to get into a car accident or something else.
I think the lesson here is to cherish every day as much as possible, to try to find something joyful or redeeming in it.
Because honestly, flu or not, none of us ever knows, do we?
People still nag my dad about his smoking. He's 73, has hypertension, heart disease, but he's been smoking since 1954.
I said, 'Papa, I'm worried this is going to kill you.'
He said, 'Something no one seems willing to accept these days is that something or someone is going to kill each and every one of us, whenever God wills or the fate decides, however you want to look at it.'
It's a horrid thought when it comes to children or even ourselves when our children are young, but it's part of having children, I think, accepting all the worry - from their touching a hot cooker to marrying an abusive person to trying drugs and the like - that goes with it.