A few weeks ago, my 2-year-old spiked a fever, became extremely lethargic, and eventually tested positive for the flu . As her primary caregiver, I braced myself for what seemed inevitable: that I’d get sick, too. Because it felt like such a given, I didn’t take any precautions and kept our day-to-day business as usual.
Sure enough, several days after my daughter’s symptoms started, I developed my own. What surprised me, though, was just how sick I became. I’m in my mid-30s, I’m not immunocompromised, and I don’t have any chronic health conditions. Yet within 72 hours, the flu had festered so deep in my chest that I struggled to breathe. I…
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