Hey guys, me again. Just updating where I've been the past couple days, which is... in bed, actually.

See, I caught the flu. Which is so weird to me btw, because I never really paid attention to flu before. Last time I had it -- symptomatically at least, I was like 9, and I was over it in a few days with a dry cough, stuffy nose, and sore inner ears. That was it.

Well this year, shit knocked me flat on my ass. Laid in bed the first 4 days straight staring at the ceiling, wishing I could fall asleep. I couldn't because the fever had me writhing like a wiggle worm. I flipped, I flopped, I coughed, I cried for mommy, I prayed, even jokingly asked my gf if she'd hack into my Newgrounds and let everyone know if and when I died before I finally went to the doctor. I thought I had pneumonia, it was so fucking awful.

I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Worse than covid. Here's how I think I caught it.

You guys know I only touch grass a few times a week for social obligations, bills and chill, right? Well, remember that wedding with the 20 pound cheese-cake I mentioned last post? (And I do mean cheese-cake btw; it was 20 pounds of cheese.) There were like 100 people there, all crammed into the bottom floor of a quirky little venue called the Sunstroke House.

We were practically walking on top of one another, and my anti-social ass was about to die. I don't like most people for one reason: small talk, and tons of boring, useless information. If it's not about improving your life, music, tech, making actual friends, or some really autistic special interest type shit, leave me out of it.

Still, I'm not an asshole. I can't stay put, and I like to make people laugh. So, I flitted around that wedding like a social butterfly on crack, trying to make the best of it. Loooots of exposure to people's mouth breath. Yay.

My girlfriend and I were there for about three hours and took a bunch of food home. Think charcuterie meats, cheeses, fruits. You know, the kind of stuff everyone is touching with their bare hands not to spill on the floor, because the tongs are so damn inconvenient. And I spent most of the time eating with my hands and sipping wine mixed with koolaid.

I'm not sure why the koolaid part is important, but let's get to the point. There's your big exposure.

A couple days after, I'm sick AF, in the bed, lungs hurting and thinking I'm about to die. Like, my lungs are full of mucus that looks like Jacob's coat of many colors. My eyes feel like I dunked them in talcum powder. My head hurts, and I can't breathe without coughing up shit. It takes me a few days to realize all the unwashed hands I must have figuratively put in my mouth at the wedding, and then the covid precaution flashbacks hit.

When I tell you I calculated that incubation period back to that day, cried, and promptly decided I never wanted to go outside again, I did, lol. I'm still sick, and it's been like a week. I got sick, came home and got my roommate sick, my girlfriend got sick from taking me to the doctor, and I'd be surprised if the dog and the cat aren't sick lol. It's really contagious.

Basically, it's been so bad I'm only now getting to my mails and notifications properly. In the next few days I expect to be back to work on normal projects. Just wanted to share that this flu shit is something else. Take whatever precautions you need until the season is over -- and be prepared to be stuck in bed for a few days if you get it!