Two Halves Make a Whole Self

For the last six days I've felt like my metaphysical self had been separated from my physical being, and strapped to me as dead weight to carry. I was exhausted. I couldn't focus on anything, could barely stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time. Dizzy and disoriented. Coherent thoughts floated beyond my reach. I felt like someone was juggling my brain and eyeballs.

Maybe it was the flu. Or maybe it was myself telling me I'm making a wrong choice in my life, thus the feeling of being cleaved in two. (Cleaved or cleft? Brain not functioning at 100% yet.) Is re-evaluating one's life decisions usually a symptom of the flu?

At any rate, I'm happy to be back on my feet again and feeling more like a whole person.