Me and apple cidar vinegar well, let's just say it's a long story when a bout of the flu for literally a fortnight, and Shakespeare's lines came to the 'fore...
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXIII)
Where Shakespeare would drink, sans complaint, t'avail Lo, "...potions of [yes!] eysel 'gainst--" what thence? "...My strong infection--" nor think that defense Too much, I'm churning still from in betrayl Erm, taking just that--not cuz I regale The world with naughty plays as he did, whence His closest friends chid Will, whereat he'd sense That slight of character and yield--my bail? Tis as he said, but oh! in truth, not fer Some metaphor played out t'effect to do His penance good--"do ye with fortune [to Be sure it's tongue in cheek] chide--" cuz in poor 'Scuse paying the bills meant theatre as twere. Yet my case is this fortnight flu I rue.
15Feb19c
It was nice to have the Bard's lines come to mind as if to solace and add a measure of sense to my misery.