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The 5 Phases of Catching a Cold
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Denial
Oh no, is that a scratchy throat I feel? No way! I’ve been playing nurse to my poor, sick partner for the last week, keeping them isolated in the bedroom while I crash on the couch like some kind of saint. I’ve stocked every room with hand sanitizer and used it like it’s my new best friend. I’ve been eating healthy, hydrating like a champ, and getting plenty of rest. I’m practically invincible—there’s no way I’m catching this cold! -
Anger
Seriously? I can’t believe my partner passed this cold to me after all I did for them. After a whole week of catering to that germ-infested creature, this is how I’m repaid? My throat feels like sandpaper, my eyes are puffy, and I’m so drained that I have to show them how to boil water for my tea. And, oh, the self-loathing is real! I can’t even take care of my kid, manage the household, or binge-watch my favorite series. How is Claire Underwood managing her cold with such poise while I’m stuck here? -
Bargaining
Please, please, please let my toddler stay healthy! There can only be one sick whiner in the house, and right now, that’s me. If I can keep my little one germ-free, I swear I’ll tackle every chore I’ve been avoiding—even cleaning out the fridge sounds better than dealing with a sick child while feeling like this! -
Depression
Is this my life now? I can’t remember what it’s like to breathe through my nose. My sinuses feel like they might burst. When my mother calls and suggests I’ve gotten sick because I didn’t use enough hand sanitizer, I’m too exhausted to argue. Every day drags on with endless episodes of kids’ shows, and the nights are filled with coughs that sound like they come from a haunted house. -
Acceptance
It’s been three days since my last shower, and my diet consists solely of applesauce and spicy chicken soup. My partner looks at me like I’m a zombie, and I can’t even muster the energy to care that they’ve been living off fast food. At least my kid is still munching away on something, even if it’s crayons. Deep down, I hold onto a sliver of hope that I’ll recover and maybe even find humor in this whole mess one day. But for now, I’m waving the white flag. I’m curling up on my tissue-strewn bed, ready to surrender to NyQuil.
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Summary:
This lighthearted take on the stages of catching a cold captures the relatable journey from denial to acceptance. It highlights the frustration and humor that come with being a caregiver while battling illness.