It took a while for me to understand why it happened.
In January 2014, I had just been diagnosed with the flu.
I was in the hospital in a medically induced coma.
My symptoms were mild, but they were bad.
I had been getting worse.
I didn’t want to stay awake, and I didn, too, until I was ready to die.
But my coma lasted only a few hours, and then my body stopped responding.
It was as if my brain had gone into an unplanned hibernation.
When I woke up in my room, my chest was warm and clammy.
My eyes felt like I was staring at a glowing crystal.
It felt as if I had a cold, I thought.
I took my first breaths of oxygen.
I saw a nurse and a doctor, and when they came back, they were in the back of my room.
The nurse asked me what had happened.
I told her that I was unconscious and had fallen asleep.
I also told them that I had contracted the flu in an attempt to catch it, but the flu hadn’t gone away.
She looked at me, her face flushed, and asked, “Is that all you have?”
The flu was a strange, bizarre illness.
I hadn’t been in a hospital in years.
My doctors thought I had gotten the flu after a run-in with my neighbor’s cat, and they sent me home.
I returned home and tried to get some sleep.
But it was impossible to fall asleep.
The flu made me dizzy, I vomited, and my stomach churned.
It didn’t feel like a cold or flu.
It hurt like hell.
My mind went blank.
The nurses called in an ambulance and sent me to a hospital.
There, a team of physicians tried to help me.
They prescribed a cocktail of antibiotics, a steroid to help my immune system work better, and a blood thinner to help with my blood pressure.
But they didn’t have much else.
A few days later, they started me on another cocktail.
This time, they took my temperature and gave me the flu vaccine.
After two days, my body started responding.
I could stand up and walk.
I started feeling better, but I couldn’t move my arms or legs.
After the second dose, I could move my head and feet.
Then, suddenly, everything was back to normal.
My breathing slowed, my muscles relaxed, and everything was perfect.
I felt better, too.
But all the time I was thinking about the flu, it was all gone.
It never really went away.
The only thing I could remember was that my body was trying to keep me alive.
I can still hear it.
I don’t think I can move my hands.
The doctors told me to keep my temperature down and get some rest, but for the next few days I was bedridden.
The next time I got up, I felt sick again.
The symptoms went away and I started to feel normal again.
I kept getting better.
When the flu was finally gone, I was relieved.
I thought that maybe my body had found a way to protect me from the virus, but after a few days, I started having flu-like symptoms again.
It took another few days before I had any signs of improvement.
But that was when I began to see the flu again.
When my doctor first told me that I might have the flu I felt relieved.
For the first time, I knew I had the flu and I was going to get better.
But the flu didn’t go away.
I still had symptoms, and for weeks after, I kept seeing them.
I tried to do everything right, like eating healthy, exercising, and doing what I was supposed to do: walk around.
I even had a friend who was a doctor and had seen a doctor.
One day, she told me she had seen me in a clinic.
She went to the doctor and asked about the symptoms, but he just gave me a prescription for a blood transfusion.
So I went back to bed.
I slept like a log.
The day after my last dose of flu vaccine, I got a call from a nurse.
She was worried.
She wanted me to tell her about a colleague I had seen in the lab.
She said that he had been working on a project and had some very strange symptoms.
The professor was doing tests on a patient.
When she saw that the patient had a fever, she asked him if he had gotten sick.
He told her he had.
She took a picture of him, sent it to her colleague, and said that if the professor had gotten ill, he would have sent a note to the lab to get a flu shot.
The lab was closed for a few weeks, and nobody saw the flu patient.
But when he returned, the patient said that his colleague had been sick and sent him a note saying that the