Bronchitis, flu, pneumonia, grippe ?

Raw red throat and nazal drip;

A racking cold, an icy chill,

I've never been so ill.

 

Now I'm burning, wet with seat;

Pulse throbbing like a jet,

Churning stomach, stuffed-up head

Oh, Lord ! I wish I'd wake up dead !

 

My muscles ache, my chest is tight,

As if I'd lost a ten round fight;

My Knell, I know, will soon be tolled;

How dare they call it  "JUST A COLD ".