The tenth day now, and this flu from hell or whatever it is has resided inside of me for way too long. I'm a prisoner in my own house, wading in Kleenex up to my ankles because the garbage can overflowed days ago. Food in the fridge goes untouched because the mere thought of it triggers a gag reflex I can't control, and even my dog sleeps, making sounds I haven't heard before. I've only had two showers since this began, so if I could smell anything, which I can't, it would be me.
The imprint of my body on my recliner will no doubt remain there forever. The small table beside me holds everything I need, like my glasses, three remotes, don't ask me why, bottles of water, and one empty except for the garbage on the bottom that looks to be boiling. But it's not, and wrappers from cough drops I eat like candy, and of course, my phone, which I have on silent mode because the only call I want is no call at all.
I do, however, look at texts from my kids, who check in on me with genuine concern and offers of food, which I gratefully decline as I gag but can't be heard.
As the godfather said, just when I thought I was getting out, they pulled me back in, which sums it up nicely. Last night I was actually feeling a little better, but come daylight, everything came back with a vengeance. I don't know what today will bring or tomorrow or next week, but this I can promise you: if it doesn't go back to hell where it came from very soon, I'd better hide the kitchen knives. Kidding. I just want to feel normal again, whatever that is. As for you who have joined me in this battle, I feel for you and hope that your feelings of crap blow out a window and land on someone you don't like. Just kidding, or am I?
Mike 2025
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