one of those 24-hr. ‘flus’, food poisoning, or serious illness. Despite whatever help is offered and available, there’s pretty much just you and The Enemy.
In the midst of whatever, I always recall the lyrics of that old gospel tune:
You’ve got to walk that lonesome valley
You’ve got to walk it by yourself
No, nobody else can walk it for you.
You’ve got to walk it by yourself.
(A memory of “The Reverend Mr. Black” by The Kingston Trio)