[BenLurkin]

cramps and the loss of peripheral vision

or

fighting for every breath to not be your last.

Seems like an easy call.

[Viking2002]

Let's see, a case of the squirts, or coughing up chunks of lung.

Given my druthers, I'll take the Tijuana Two-Step. As any of you men of a Certain Age who have had a colonoscopy can attest, drinking the Orange Anti-Freeze and sitting for a few hours in the can with your magazine library is probably a far lesser burden than asking your wife if your will is still in order while you drool out your innards. I've never quaffed a glass of the innoculation Kool-Aid, ever. I even tell my pharmacist and my docs to bend over so I can give them MY flu shot right in the tuckus. But, if I'm that close to being pen pals with the Grim Reaper, gimme the Chloroquine and a fifth of gin.

[an amused spectator]

I’ve decided that drowning in my own snot is preferable to stomach cramps.