Flu Haiku

You say I refused?
That must have been the fever.
Hail falling upward.

One oh three point six
Is not good for my head. Now
It’s nine nine dot nine.

Drugs and alcohol
Mixed in one great remedy —
Hydromet syrup.

Makiko brought me
Chicken soup with crisp fresh vegs.
Got a prob widdat?

Feeling ill, I use
New modern science weapons:
Cannabis, TV.

Am I dead or not?
Zombies aren’t supposed to shake
Quite so violent-like.

Looking to shiver,
Some go to Siberia,
Others get the flu.