I bet Keanu never gets the flu.

Like shit. This is killing me. Every time I think I'm making some sort of comeback this flu comes out of nowhere and delivers an axe kick to my right lung, sending me back to the toilet bed (turns out the runs while sweating bullets and freezing cold is no walk in the park).

This doctor at the walk in clinic tried her best to convince me that a spider has not laid a nest in my chest which has hatched and it's babies are eating me from the insides, but I have yet to see the results from the x-rays so that must still be the explanation to this all.

Over the past week I think I've consumed about 4 cans of soup, a banana, three oranges and two McDonald's hashbrowns. It's been rough.

My body is destroyed.