Last week, I had the pleasure of being sick over the 4th of July, with recovery days on the 5th and 6th. Of course, I wasn't planning on going to any fireworks shows or barbecues in the first place, but through everyone's Snapchat stories I still got the full 4th of July experience. And having a feverish, coughing, tired day, I got to watch all the patriotic movies cable could offer.
But, since I was watching Doctor Who on my "recovery" days, here's what being sick in the summer is like, as told by Doctor Who.
When you start to feel the symptoms come on:
When the chills and scratchy throat start up. *Immediately goes to cupboard to raid it for chicken noodle soup and kleenex*
When you have to take the nasty cherry flavored cough syrup
*Pained smile* It'll be okay, this is supposed to make me feel better. *knocks it back* Oh my gosh this is the literal worst.
When you hit the "delirious" stage:
It happens to the best of us.
When you have to eat "sick" food:
Because who really enjoys chicken noodle soup on a non-sick day?
And when you sneak in some good food:
Alright, you caught me, but if you expect me to eat another bowl of broth and saltines, I deserve this little bit of chocolate.
Whenever you come into contact with people and they're like:
Sorry... I don't think I'm contagious? (I don't know though, I didn't actually go to the doctor I just figured this was the common cold...?)
So, to those germaphobes you go like this:
I GIVE YOU AIR FROM MY *sick* LUNGS.
When you try to laugh but it ends in a coughing fit:
It's painful.
Waking up from your 5th nap of the day:
OH GOD HOW LONG WAS I OUT? WHAT YEAR IS IT? AM I STILL SICK??? Shoot, I am.
Getting to watch TV/movies in the other half of your downtime:
If you are "recovering" around people:
BUT PLEASE DO. I'M BORED. WHERE'S MONOPOLY? BREAK OUT MONOPOLY.
When your fever finally breaks and you get on the mend:
I forgive you virus, now that you're finally out of my system.
