It’s dumb, it’s unfair, and it feels like your body betrayed you during its happiest season. But you’ll survive. You’ll go through twelve tissues, three pity parties, and one very sad attempt at swimming. And when you finally recover, you’ll rejoin humanity with a new appreciation for feeling not-sick.
One last tip: don’t hug anyone. They’ll think you’re contagious, and you probably are. Just blame the AC, blame Brenda, and wait for fall. At least then, getting sick feels like you earned it.
