No school, extra love and attention, all-day-marathons of Cartoon Network… back in the days catching a cold used to be sooooo d o p e.
And “Chosen People” was the term we used to describe those kids who spread the virus.
Things have changed since then.
As an adult, you quickly realise that no one is nearly as eager to make you chicken soup or rub your feet, the way your mom was. Well, except for George.
What’s more, the money that you would have spent on the after work margaritas is now wasted on the cough syrup … which, o f c o u r s e, doesn’t taste nearly as delicious as the purple one you had then you were eight.
The worst thing is that the work will still need to get done once you are back in the office, so you are even tempted to power through without taking a sick leave.
I was blessed to grow up in the BG era – that is Before Google. Remember what life was like before you were able to google your symptoms?
The next thing you know, you are staring at your screen with watering eyes, shivering, sipping your cold syrup, and questioning yourself and your life choices: maybe I should find a less stressful job…? or warmer shoes…? or finally quit my Cosmic People of Light Powers’ group and its alien leader Ashtar Sheran…?
You would keep wondering, but fortunately the natural remedies (aka Whiskey) are kicking in. So you drift to sleep… which thankfully remains just as pleasurable as it was a few decades ago.