The vast and complex world narrows to your sore throat, your aching body, your running nose and your fuzzy head. It’s like a mixture of cotton wool and Velcro has been stuffed inside your mind. Your fluffy thoughts stick and catch but make no sense.
You can’t think straight.
You try to keep to your routine, but the pain triples. Minutes seem like hours.
Giving in, you go to bed.
Two days later, you can breathe again. With every breath the world expands and the memory of feeling ill floats away.
Thinking again, you forget you were ever ill.