I had measles when I was 4 and my brother was 5. Mom kept us quarantined together. I think we were both pretty sick for several days, maybe 3 or 4. I remember we slept a lot, and had to have the curtains in the windows the whole day long, because the light hurt my eyes.
I didn’t get chickenpox until I was 25, and my grade school aged nephew gave it to me when I came home for Christmas. My younger sister caught them, too, so I guess neither of us had them when we were kids and mom thought we’d all had them.
I remember barely having the measles. I had a fever, and being raised by my Grandfather, living way out in rural Mississippi, he relied on old folk remedies for ‘healthcare’.
Our county was a ‘dry county’ so no alcohol could be purchased, but we were close to a wet county. He sent word to a neighbor that had a car (he didn’t and never did drive) to go a purchase a beer. I remember it was a Schlitz. They gave me some to drink to ‘break the fever’. I was probably 6 years old at the time. I thought it tasted awful. But it apparently worked.
That is probably why I never really developed a taste for alcohol................