Oye, from the sewers of ennui, atrophy, and Law and Order reruns-y.
After 2.5 weeks of the flu and now bronchitis, I have lost all ability to give a schpit about anything, I sleep more than my dog, and I’m so stuck on the bottom rung of Maslow’s Hierarchy that I can’t even throw myself a pity party. And if you threw me one, I wouldn’t show up.
In fact, I almost went to the drugstore naked because 1. My skin hurt too much to wear clothing, and 2. Cold prison walls might finally break my fever without shredding open my liver at the same time.
So. What better time to talk about dietary supplements we all take to avoid this awfulness.
Let’s first check what you can do to not spend your days plotting your own death.