I am excruciatingly bad at being sick. My brain cannot comprehend that my body can be felled by a microscopic virus turning pirouettes among my cells.
To be more accurate: I’m bad at being mildly ill. The under the weather when the symptoms are fatigue and chills but lack a fever or gastrointestinal distress.
I’m sternest with myself when I am this kind of sick. It’s the only way to get myself to stay in the chair drinking water and not “powering through” because it’s “not that bad.”
Get a flu shot. Mine is keeping me in mild discomfort and tired. Beats the pants off the alternatives.