The Death Flu

I don't remember the last time that I got the flu. I don't actually remember the last time that I was legit sick, with the exception of crummy allergies. Apparently, the flu bug that I caught recently decided to make up for the missed time. I'm currently on day six with this crap. I woke up Wednesday morning feeling a little bit off but didn't think too much of it. That evening, I went to the store and got some medicine and some other things to attempt to ward it off. Thursday when I attempted to get up for the day, I realized that I was down for the count. Literally. I could barely even stand, let alone walk anywhere. I spent the entire day sleeping. Then on Friday, I had a little bit more gumption but still snoozed quite a bit. Saturday and Sunday I was awake all day, but only because I couldn't sleep because I've been so dang hungry. Today I was going to attempt work but then decided against it. I'm still debating on tomorrow. I'm also supposed to play tennis twice tomorrow. Not so sure if that's going to happen either. And to anyone wondering, no, I did not get the flu shot. I never do. I don't believe it's worth it.