I suggest that whomever said “what doesn't kill you makes you stronger” try having a combination flu and kidney infection.
As someone experiencing that very condition, I can tell you that it is not making me stronger, and is in fact turning me into a shivering, fetus-like husk of a person. All of this began about two days ago, when I noticed the beginning of a cold. I think this is Hussain's fault. I used a Zicam swab, like Rush Limbaugh says I should, and it didn't help. Instead, I proceded to get a fever, which reached 103 and was still 103 when I was at the doctor's office. I should point out that I probably would not have had the intellect to go to the doctor if not for my darling wife. I'm guessing that I had some sort of UTI going into all of this, which went into a full on kidney infection when I caught Arab-flu.
The cute blonde nurse gave me an anti-biotic shot in my ass, which she said is called “liquid fire” but I think it's more like “liquid severe and lasting bruise sensation in your ass cheek.” Munk and the doctor/nurse had many laffs at my general inability to care for myself or describe symptoms. Now I'm on a course of antibiotics, my temperature goes up as high as 101.5 when it feels like it, and I can't eat. The fever, really, is not a big deal. It just means I sweat a lot, and feel lightheaded. The not eating, however, is a problem. It makes my stomach perpetually upset and nauseous, so I can't eat. It's a nausea catch-22. It's like my whole throat is one big gag reflex, and everything I eat is made out of sand, putty and ass. I can't even eat saltines.
So, in closing, what doesn't kill you does quite often make you a sweaty, shivering girl-child, and that is not in any way “stronger.” I suppose the other option here is that I am actually dying, which seems possible.