laid low
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2016.03.11
Laid low for two days, in my prime, just barely 45, by my fourth bug this winter. Shuffled over to pick up my son and his friend's mother told me it was the same for her (the count of sicknesses, not the advancing age).
And when I was sent by the doctor to pick my meds and I couldn't read the pill bottle. So I bought some $8 pharmacy reading glasses. There was a woman there buying some (she showed me where the 1/2 price ones were) and I admitted it was my first time. She advised me to go get drunk with friends.