Downed by F.Lu

Until this week, I've learned that all those times I thought I had the flu in the last five years was not the flu. The flu is an utterly heartless destroyer of your physical and mental capabilities. It required effort to sleep, effort to stay awake, and effort to not go insane from the Nyquil-commercial-like sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, and fever symptoms on top of the headaches, muscle aches, joint aches, eye aches, teeth aches, and psycho-dream-mares that invaded my head.

The past 72 hours have been the longest 3 days have felt in a long time.

I guess I deserved it though. All those times in the last five years I thought I had the flu and handled it have jaded me. I thought I was strong, I could handle it. I mean, I was practically challenging the flu. I have a cabinet full of vitamin C drops, cough drops, Nyquil, Dayquil, Tylenol Cold (day and night) and Tron's mom.

I'll be taking a flu shot next fall and every year after this. I don't think I want to go through what I went through ever again.