At the peak of flu season several years ago, I flew to Sudan to join a team of archaeologists searching for an ancient Nubian temple thought to hold a pharaoh’s ransom in gold and artifacts. But within hours of reaching Khartoum, I had a wretchedly sore throat, a nagging cough, achy muscles, and a 102.5-degree fever. Colds develop more slowly, so it was no surprise when I was diagnosed with flu. I struggled out of bed five days later and managed to get to the dig, but by then the team had decided to halt the search until the following year. My Indiana Jones fantasy had been sabotaged—by something as preventable as the flu. Don’t let it derail your own plans.
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