The last time I had the flu, I was in a relationship, so I stayed at my boyfriend’s apartment the entire time. He took care of me, fixed my meals, brought me meds, etc, and I remember thinking that I would be totally screwed if he wasn’t there to help me, as the flu is so exhausting it can make you downright delusional.

But you know what? Now that I have the flu and I’m all alone, it’s kind of empowering.

There’s a certain dignity in lapping up your lukewarm soup like a cat because you’re too weak to manipulate a spoon.

Or getting lost on your way to the bathroom in your studio apartment.

Or answering your remote control because you think it’s your phone, and then moaning into it when you’re certain your mom has picked up on the other line.

Or eating this yogurt:

I got this, guys.