Just beat a case of Mono, the throw up every single day and drop 50 pounds kind, all my most nostalgic memories have become memories of all the nostalgic food experiences I have with my family, mom’s carbonara, going to our favorite local chain restaurant that legit actually made incredible food, dad prying me for long trips by splitting a double McMuffin order with me and getting me OJ and Coffee for himself.
Basically just imagine a montage of Ego’s flashback in Ratatouille but interspersed through 2 months of delirious sickness and not actually being able to enjoy eating the food first before having the craving flashbacks.
Oof, that sounds horrible. Hope you’re doing better now.
(Serves you right for rubbing your glands on other peoples glands! No more neck hugs allowed.)
Actually, I think I got it from food.
One of the odd symptoms is that it works like reverse COVID, instead of being contagious weeks before you manifest symptoms you remain contagious for weeks after you’ve recovered symptom wise.
My guess is someone was out of sick days and felt better and passed it on to me when an errant particle of spittle from a sneeze they’d thought they’d covered up gave the little bugger the chance to hop ships.
Nature, uh, finds a way.
Add a cat to the story
cat good
I’m not a fan of cats despite having two (for SO), but if a cat jumps on my lap, well, I gotta pet it. It’s instinctual. But as soon as that cat leaves, I’m back to not liking cats again.
