Updated: Oct. 21, 2020
Originally Published: March 9, 2015
1. Denial
Uh-oh! Is that a tickle I feel in my throat? No way! I’ve been playing the part of a devoted caregiver to my ailing partner for a week now, keeping him locked away in our bedroom while I crash on the couch like the heroic Florence Nightingale. I’ve armed myself with hand sanitizer in every room, using it like a defensive shield. With my healthy eating, hydration, vitamins, and sufficient sleep, I am certain I’m invincible. A cold? Not a chance!
2. Anger
I’m absolutely furious at my partner for passing this illness to me! After a week of nursing that germ-infested creature, this is the gratitude I receive? My throat is on fire, my eyes are watering, and with the little strength I have left, I have to teach him how to boil water for tea. On top of that, I’m irate at myself for being unable to juggle my responsibilities, care for my child, or even indulge in a binge-watch session of my favorite show. Honestly, if Claire Underwood can conquer a cold with sheer determination, surely I can too—though I doubt she’d be in a snot-covered sweatshirt.
3. Bargaining
Please, please, please let my toddler stay healthy! There should only be one whiny, sick person in this house, and at this point, it’s definitely me. If I can keep my child from catching this, I promise to tackle all those neglected chores. Even scrubbing the fridge seems appealing compared to managing a sick child while I’m feeling this dreadful—though, in my current state, wrangling a lively toddler is no walk in the park either.
4. Depression
I’ll never breathe freely through my nose again! It feels like my sinuses are about to burst. My mom calls, hinting that my illness is due to insufficient hand sanitizer usage. I’m too weak to argue. The days drag on, filled with endless episodes of Caillou and Daniel Tiger, while the nights are just a cycle of incessant coughing.
5. Acceptance
It’s been three days since I last showered, and my diet consists of only applesauce and spicy chicken soup. My partner looks horrified at my disheveled, mucus-covered state. I’m too exhausted to care that he’s been subsisting on fast food while our little one has taken to munching on crayons. At least they’re eating! Despite everything, a glimmer of hope remains that one day, I’ll recover and even chuckle about this experience. Maybe someday, I’ll pen down my thoughts on it. But that day isn’t today. Today, I surrender. I’m closing my eyes, sinking into my mountain of used tissues, and praying for relief. By “relief,” I mean NyQuil.
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Summary:
This article humorously depicts the five stages of experiencing a cold, from denial and anger to bargaining, depression, and ultimately acceptance. The journey highlights the struggles of managing illness while caring for others, with a light-hearted tone that many can relate to.
Keyphrase: The 5 Phases of Battling a Cold
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