Yes, I'm alive.
After running a 103 fever for five days.
Three trips to doctors.
One IV bag.
Countless answers of "no" when asked have you been to Mexico recently?
And one big-ass paranoia episode of needing to write letters beyond my grave thanks to the "high likelihood of depression and anxiety" thanks the flu medicine.
And one new love affair with cough syrup spiked with codeine.
Seriously. That stuff rocks.