I’ve just recovered from a virus. A trifling one in the grand scheme of things, but I was nonetheless in bed for two solid days feeling sorry for myself.
Between fever dreams, I scrolled on my phone for health advice. An insane thing to do while not quite sound of mind you may think – and you’d be right, because it was during one such session that I stumbled across the news of what’s being dubbed a quad-demic, aka what sounds like a hellish constellation: Covid-19, flu, norovirus, and respiratory syncytial virus (in layman’s terms: pretty much a cold).
