I've been out with the flu for a couple days. My wife Lisa sprang into action, and sent me into a spare bedroom and refused to let me come out for any reason except using the bathroom. Meals were left on the floor outside the door. My only contact with anyone was over the phone. At some point, and maybe it was the 105 degree fever talking, I started to imagine that I was in jail. If I'd have had a tin cup I'd have rattled it against the bars and screamed "Let Me OUT!" but that would have taken too much work.
