Back in September I had this really bad cold. It went on for 10 days. I felt so weak that there was a day when I didn’t manage to propel myself out of bed at all. My throat hurt so badly that I would wake up at night. I have a very high pain tolerance, so for me to register pain it’s got to be major. Every joint in my body hurt.
I still didn’t miss a single day of work because I don’t see the point.
I’ve had this exact cold at this exact time of month since 2004. This year wasn’t even the worst. Usually, the cold is accompanied by an eye or an ear infection, or both at the same time. And even then I never lose a day of work over it not because I’m a work fanatic but because the time goes faster when I’m occupied.
Yes, this is the most boring story in existence. But if I told this exact same story (without the part where I’ve had it for 16 years, of course) and added a COVID-positive test at the end, people would immediately find it fascinating because they would invest it with a meaning that a regular cold doesn’t have.
It’s all about the narrative, folks.