Flu is a awful thing. It takes over — temporary catatonia.
Then, in what feels like the depths of it all, it breaks. Just like that. Even though there’s still a period of reconstruction ahead, the war is over.
How does that work? As a matter of emotioned curosity, what if this immune system, which I’m told my body has, doesn’t work? What would that be like? Beyond diet and exercise, how can I support these functions over which I essentially have no control? Unlike hunger or thirst or an itch, why doesn’t the body ask me to do something other than be still? Am I really just a passenger in this unimaginably complex creature?