Simple pleasure: Getting over a cold
Being ill sucks. You lay in bed feeling sorry for yourself while everyone else goes about their illness-free lives.
Food, if you can stomach it, tastes funny unless it's plain. You long for brighter times when baking a cake was an option, when basic functions didn't tire you out.
The novelty of daytime television soon wears off. Boredom creeps in. Slopping around in your PJs or leggings isn't as cool as leisurewear ads make it seem. You feel like a stinky sad person with a stinky cold and life stinks.
This turmoil makes the return to wellness all the more beautiful when it happens. Rising from the sickbed, flinging tissues out of your path, the initial few steps as someone feeling better are weird, but good. You're like a baby experiencing the joy and wonder of life for the first time.
A walk outside to test your stamina brings amazement at the blueness of the sky, with the sweet song of seasonal birds helping to mark the triumph. And hey, you had a wash and you feel fresh! Watch those germs go down the plughole!
The supermarket is a place of discovery, with sweet and savoury oddities coming into your eyeline. Things you'd never normally pick end up in the trolley, because in your invincible state you want to try what you've been missing. Healing needs feeding, so out go plans of healthiness and in comes the fun task of repairing the calorie deficit.
You live to tell the tale of your bug, and you do – exaggeration abound, dressed like a normal human, with a story of misery and hope.