Woke up this morning freezing and feeling like I'd been beat with a sledge hammer. Got some chicken soup down. Got the house up to 76 degrees, covered in blankets and still cold.
Guess I've got the strain not covered by my flu shot.
Someone on here suggested whiskey in hog doses. Holf that coffe cup over here and I'll pour. (All I have with me is Bulleit Rye though)