Not complaining, but... š
Iāve had a very bad flu this weekā¦
The WORST Iāve EVER had.
Iām sure I say that every time.
But this one was on another level. Still is.
ā¦I donāt want to waste your time complaining about it.
I just want to set the bar nice & low for this newsletterā¦like most of my first dates.
But wow, I donāt know whatās going around.. this is not a normal flu. I wake up drenched in sweat in the middle of the night like Iāve been treading water in a dirty pond.
I feel like Iām sweating death out of my body. It definitely DOESNāT smell like āteen spiritā.
My energy? lower than low.
Anyone can beat me up at this point and take my lunch money. I avoid eye contact with the kids at the DƩp, while I buy my yellow Gatorade and plain salted crackers.
But really I donāt want to waste your time complaining.
Ever feel too weak to turn off the bedside lamp thatās 4 inches from your head?
ā¦or like your head is being squeezed by one of those claws, the ones in that arcade game you pay a dollar to grab a toy from the bottom.
Just brutal.
Anyways, Iām not trying to complain hereā¦
Literally, I felt like this strain of flu can trace itās roots back to the 1918 one that killed 500 million people. Thatās how bad.
ā¦trying to remember what itās like to eat solid foods. A kid can dream.
Anyways, this weekās newsletterā¦.
Stay healthy!
Jonny