DOOMED – Marilyn Armstrong

Weekly Word Prompt: ATM Germs


We are doomed.

Yesterday — or was it the day before? — we got our super flu shots. These are hyped up uber-potent shots they give to us older folks because we are more likely to get sick than younger people. Also, we are more likely to die from the flu because we have other issues — asthma, blood pressure, and heart problems. Sinus problems. Stomach problems. Fibromyalgia. MS. Cancer.

In fact, I don’t know why we don’t just die and give the world a break. Sheesh.

Discovering that in addition to the usual distributors of disease — other people, especially very young people — we can now worry about everything we touch including the ATM machine.

Don’t forget your flu shot …

Really? As if the handles on the shopping cart and whatever my granddaughter has on her clothing isn’t bad enough, now I have to stress over ATM machines? Not that I actually use the ATM machine. I won’t make a deposit without going to an actual person in the bank. I want a paper receipt.

Call me crazy, but once, a long time ago in a bank since absorbed by some larger bank — probably by now it’s all Bank of America — they lost a deposit I put through in an envelope that included an official deposit slip.

It got straightened out but left me with a firm belief for any deposit made by check or cash I want a written, signed piece of paper from a person.

We are doomed. No matter how hard we try, something will get us.

We don’t go out much. When we do, we usually get sick. It’s like the slow cars that pull out in front of us while we are driving. I’m sure these cars are told when to appear by drones from the super-slow drivers’ department. Meanwhile, somewhere in the air, there’s a germ-laden drone.


“Look! It’s the Armstrongs! Prepare to disperse germs!”

Mostly, Garry and I have been exhausted. All the time. For me, this typically means fibromyalgia. Garry had surgery in July and I have a feeling that this might have triggered the same thing for him. Women are more typically fibromyalgia victims, but men are not excluded.

Then again, maybe we aren’t sick at all. Maybe we just aren’t getting enough sleep. The weather has been like hot soup with interludes of rain.  Duke is shedding like a small furry hurricane. Our sinuses and eyes don’t like the ragweed and Garry is getting used to carrying around a lot of electronics inside his head.

So maybe it’s all allergies and getting even older.

When we went for our flu shots, they always ask if you think you might be sick. At our age, that’s not an easy question to answer. Maybe we are fine or as fine as we ever are. But, maybe we aren’t fine.

Am I exhausted from all the running around to doctors and hospitals or because I’m coming down with something? Am I recovering from the major house cleaning last week? Or am I worn out because our dogs are faster, friskier, and more impassioned about balls that squeak than I could ever be?

Don’t you wish you could get that enthusiastic about a big green tennis ball that squeaks? Don’t you wish you could bite something hard enough to make it squeak?

32 thoughts on “DOOMED – Marilyn Armstrong

  1. I DO wish I could get enthused about a big green tennis ball (or a duck, squirrel or fox) that emits squeeky noises when chewed upon. And yes, I’d love to bite somebody now and again (not a ball…a HUMAN). Bite them damned hard actually. Maybe I’m experiencing my ‘terrible twos’ all over again or something. And I haven’t bitten anyone (since I was two), but watching an episode of “Prime Suspect” (have to LOVE Helen Mirren) and seeing a ‘victim’ get away from her attacker by doing just that….biting him hard on the hand.. biting might actually be a really good stress reliever. If only it weren’t for those pesky laws about extreme force or whatever they’re calling it when you really harm someone. Deliberately. Huny shares my rather luke warm attitude towards squeeky things…unless Taco (her boyfriend) comes to visit. He has a pig that he loves and if you say to him “Get the PIGGY” he goes nuts.. If Taco is on premises, suddenly the toys take on new and apparently vital importance. Lots of squeeking and a few duck ‘feathers’ as a souvenir. Thank God for my Shark…

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    • We are going through fall coat dropping. The Scots don’t shed, but Duke more than makes up for it!

      Otherwise, I don’t have enough remaining teeth to give anyone a serious bite. I’d probably break a tooth.

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