Now that I am recovering from the flu rather than dying from it I am stunned at how weak us humans are when facing a virus. It's mental how quickly it can debilitate us.
This year's flu was particularly bad... it hit our household and it hit us HARD. It's amazing that something so small (like a virus or bacteria) can bring us to our knees.
I am not the kind of person who cries a lot... I'd say I have a good cry about 4 times a year (not counting the occasional TV Show/Movie/Commercial related tear) but with this flu I cried up to 4 times a day. The pain was horrendous... I hadn't been this sick since 2007 when I got whooping cough from a colleague who coughed in my moth (between kissing cheek 1 and cheek 2).
As I lay there feeling very sorry for myself, I felt like an abandoned baby. When you're an adult you have to get up and make soup and pour your own water... we regress but sadly our circumstances don't meet that expectation. Anyway, I made it through... I just hope I am somehow stronger for it... eventually.
The flu is a great equaliser... everybody gets sick... eventually.