My mother was convinced that I have or had the flu, but I’m pretty positive that this is food poisoning. See, the great thing about the flu is that you have a fever, and while the fever marinates the brain, you aren’t fully aware of your own suffering. Food poisoning is pure, unadulturated suffering. I still feel a little like a bag of garbage, but after 24 hours of bodily expulsions, I desperately need to do some laundry.