It had been years since I’d last fallen prey to this.
I’d forgotten about the shivers, the hacking cough, the cold seeping right into your bones while your brain feels like a heavy burning stone, the fever engendering mad visions, lips swollen and cracked, parched, craving the coolness of spring water — feeling so weak and delirious that you ask the doctor with a slight tremor: “am I dying?”
“No, you are not dying” says he – clearly amused – he even indulges in a little chuckle.
“What we have here is a very simple case of flu.”
Simple? If I wasn’t incapacitated, I would give him a hard stare, but as it is I can barely manage to keep my eyes open.
“Simple” he says, like it’s nothing, hardly worth mentioning…while I could swear I have been lost in the fiery pits of hell during the last few days.
“Where is Asclepius when you need him?” I think… only I must have thought it out loud because the doctor chuckles again.
“Fond of Greek mythology, are we?”
I don’t have the energy to reply, even though in my usual ‘healthy’ state I would have jumped at the chance to elaborate on the subject.
I do not remember what else the doctor had to say since I kind of zoned out after that… it’s all a blank.
There’s a couple of things I am quite sure of though, now that I’m starting to see light at the end of the tunnel and (crossing fingers, touching wood, etc…) on the mend:
One: I turn into a pitiful (and petulant) human being when I’m ill.
Two: if anybody should try to be funny and suggest that maybe it wasn’t the flu but a ‘simple’ cold, I shall slowly but surely lick their face — and let my flu germs do the rest.
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