Battling influenza

Battling influenza in my chair,

I'm sure with visible dispair,

I tried to cope with the virus that ails me,

But unfortunately I was using the wrong kind of therapy.

My head does quite ache,

from the wears of the day.

My nose a vessel for fluids previously thought to be extinct,

What exactly has gotten a hold on me?

Stomach feeling queasy, but no rest for the weary,

I cough and I sneeze, everything is awful dreary.

Surrounded in darkness because light causes pain,

Normal everyday life has now become a drain.

Everyone is asleep, so not a soul I will bother,

Still adjusting the fact of becoming a father.

Thoughts are all jumbled, medicine has just kicked in,

Double dose of cherry flavored Robitussin.

Lucid dreaming, now this is something new,

Due to recent developments, I have forgotten all about flu