Source As good, as it can get things are improving on this side as the family is recuperating from the ugly flu. It is such a dreaded disease. All the joints, bones, and muscles pray for compassion and the nerves are a wreck. You wonder if at all you would have grasped that a little virus could control your life for almost a week. Pray if only you had listened to the clattery sounds of your bones and the whizzing sirens that shook your chest. If only, but, then it is too late. To add salt to your open wounds the entire family takes a corner each of the house. Oh God, show some mercy! Promise I shall listen to the silent rants of my body next time. This is the thought that never leaves you until you leave the bed. Afterwards, Well “I am a shoemaker” Promise, what is that? The deadly cold is probably the taken most casually but the effects it has on the body are hard hitting! "I hate you" is all I say to the Flu!
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