I hate you and I need you.
You improve my headache, but worsen my stomach pain.
You help my fever, but I stay in my bed.
I read your drug facts, searching for consolation.
Oh, how you torture me!
You cure me, but make my symptoms worse!
I am not hot, but I can only eat Saltines and toast.
This conflict torments me as I drink my 250 mL of liquids, staring at a blank ceiling. How conflicting life is!
Why did I forget to get more acetaminophen?
What can I do? I can only stay here, feeling the great suffering of existence.
How facing the flu is one of the great conflicts of life!