What to do when flu downs you?
(Reflections of a consistent patient) So there I was inside my pink, floral blanket, curled up on my right side, trembling as if in cold though I was burning with high fever, and with the throbbing pain at the inner back portion of my skull as bonus. I could feel it beating in sync with my pulse. I thought my temples would burst any minute. All my joints were also crying in pain, but I felt too weak to massage any of them. It was Tuesday, past three in the morning, and as soon as I was awakened by that excruciating headache, I was not getting back to sleep. All my roommates are in their dreamland for sure. I wished I was at home where I could just cry out “Tay!” with that agonizing voice, and then my father would just scramble to my side and touch my forehead and massage my elbows and knees which “magically” heals us (that’s what I thought as a child). But I’m no longer at home, and my father has already passed away some three years back. What do I do? That question r