Variety is reporting that Ozzy Osbourne has been set-up in the hospital because of a bad case of the flu. Damn girl, this is why you get the flu shot! Or, like me and all the other ethnic people I know: drink tons of lemon and ginger tea. (It works, girl.)
Ozzy was hospitalized at the Keck Hospital of University of Southern California this past Monday, and his wife Sharon Osbourne–with whom he’s had ups and downs, but I guess they’re in an up now–took time off from her show to be at his side. Ozzy had developed “complications from a bad case of the flu.” And she was sure to tweet an update for people who were worried:
As some of you may have heard, Ozzy was admitted to hospital following some complications from the flu. His doctors feel this is the best way to get him on a quicker road to recovery. Thanks to everyone for their concern and love.
— Sharon Osbourne (@MrsSOsbourne) February 6, 2019
She also skipped Tuesday’s show to be with him and feed him bat heads at his bedside.
This isn’t Ozzy’s only health issue as of late, or in general, as he was almost killed by a hazardous manicurist a few months ago, and he recently had to postpone his European tour dates with heavy metal band Judas Priest because of a “severe upper respiratory infection.” He put out a statement about that on January 29th:
“I’m completely devastated for having to postpone the European leg of my tour. It just seems that since October everything I touch has turned to shit… First the staph infection in my thumb and now coming down with the flu and bronchitis. I want to apologize to all of my fans who have been so loyal over the years, my band, my crew and to Judas Priest for letting you all down. However, I promise the tour with Judas Priest will be completed. It’s being rescheduled right now to start in September. Again, I apologize to everyone. God Bless.”
Sorry Europe, you’ll have to wait a bit longer to watch Ozzy screech into a microphone at the tender age of 70.
Hope you feel better soon, Ozzy! I’m sure those people at the hospital are taking great care of you as you wail “SHAROOOOOON!” down the hallways every time you need more Jell-O.