The miserable part of all this is that it reminds me of getting in trouble as a kid and being told ‘wait till your Father gets home’. What torture those hours were. Beat me now and get it over with, Mother.
But she enjoyed the torture. She loved watching the misery.
I’d rather get a virus and deal with overcoming it than sit around waiting weeks or months to get it and being miserable in the anticipation.
I’m just speaking for myself, and trust me, I have no intention of running out and getting some virus just to be done with it. But the frustration is real.