There’s something deeply satisfying about watching that tablet dissolve. It’s a tiny, physical commitment to getting better. In a world of endless capsules and blister packs, the fizzy drink feels almost ceremonial.
It forces you to stop, to pour a glass, to wait. It’s a moment of mindfulness forced upon you by a cold. You can’t rush the fizz, and you can’t rush recovery.
Fun fact: The slogan “Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is” was introduced in 1976. It was so catchy that the company had to trademark the sound “plop.” Yes, you own a legal sound.
