In January. In the middle of a cold snap. In between snowstorms. Yes, that makes perfect sense.
Stage 2: A sore throat? I must have slept with my mouth open last night.
No, I do not want any crackers who have suddenly developed very jagged edges or acid-juice.
Stage 3: *cough*
Ouch. That hurt. I think I will breathe more shallowly in the future. There’s no sense in encouraging my lungs to spasm like that again.
Stage 4: Zzzz.
Stage 5: Ok, this might be a cold after all.
Yes, I go through every stage every time I get sick. This is one of those things I can be downright obstinate about.
How about you? Do you find it easy to admit it when you’re sick?