You may wonder why I am writing about the flu. I am writing about the flu because I had the flu about a year ago, and it was awful. As I was thinking about what I should write about the flu, I came up with a poem.
The flu is a nasty little bug,
It can sneak to and fro,
It attempts to get into your body,
Where it seeks to go,
Your eyes are flashing up and about,
To look for this miniscule creature,
Who is invisible to nearly all,
It bulldozes all in its path,
For a little virus,
It takes days to defeat, the malicious bug,
But next time it may come back again,
this time in another form,
And hopefully you're prepared,
Because it is like a storm
When I had the flu, I was weak and pale. It was hard to even take a step from my bed! Therefore, I spent the worst days of the flu in my bed. Eventually, it started to get better so I could get up to go to the dining table (not that I had much of an appetite). It felt like I had to learn to walk again. It took about an hour to get used to to the motion of walking. Not only were the symptoms bad, the medicine itself was disgusting. It was so icky that the description makes me feel like I am tasting the medicine all over again. It had like a slimy texture and it tasted very mucky and bitter. It almost made me cough all over myself. Then the miracle happened. I felt the flu retreat and I felt renewed with strength. I felt cured. I started to feel better after a week and the flu was defeated!