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South Eyes

When the media was going crazy this past winter over the "new swine flu," I stayed true to my individual personality and rolled my eyes at their exaggerations. (Note that I don't consider myself "media" -- I haven't figured that out yet, but neither have I asked a doctor about it. Nor do I plan to.)

Evidently, I should have paid more attention to the warnings, or at least, been more sympathetic to those who suffered.

With the exception of a few exciting low-blood-sugar episodes, it's been quite a few years since I've been sick. And, I'm very thankful to God for the good health He has blessed me with.

Three weeks ago, my son, Kevin, came down with a "bug" and spent three days in bed with a fever and body aches of all sorts, runny nose and cough.

A couple of days later, his big brother, James, had to call in sick from work and spent a few days with the same thing.

I guess because he's bigger, and thus considers himself better, James added strep throat to the list of other ailments of the "bug."

I took my duties as a mother seriously, bathed their hot foreheads with cool cloths, administered medicine and fluids regularly and accompanied them to the doctor. I made several trips to the corner drug store in search of the magic item that would make them feel better.

I made even more trips to the corner convenient store for whatever drink they might find appealing, since they needed fluids and had no appetite at all for anything.

I'm thankful to my boss and coworkers for allowing me to leave the office every couple of hours to go home to check on them and be their "mother."

Then, it happened -- the bug bit me. I was the one calling in sick from work.

Not only did I miss three days from The Mirror, but I missed playing the piano at church. And, even though I'd like to think I'm irreplaceable, everyone survived without me.

So, for the first time in five years, the name "Lynn Davidson, Staff Writer" did not appear anywhere at all in the June 10 edition of The McDuffie Mirror.

It was the complete "Billy W. Hobbs" edition.

It's no surprise to anyone that Billy filled the entire newspaper all by himself.

And Janet Wells, who puts in all the submitted items, was happy to have extra space, too.

The paper looked so good, it could give me a "complex."

What I did learn was to pay attention to those media reports. When officials say get immunized, take heed.

Sometimes, the media may actually know what they're talking about.



Web posted on Thursday, June 17, 2010













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