Yesterday, my cold made me feel miserable all day and all night. If not for the rough, raw, sandpaper-like scratching inside my throat, the day might have been a tad more tolerable; even then, though, I would have had to deal with high-volume sinus drainage and a troubling cough. I have no way of knowing how much volume of sinus drainage, but I would not be surprised to learn it has amounted to multiple liters by now. And the headache. I could go on, but that would be just another recap of complaints I’ve already written more than enough about. So I will stop writing. But not until I mention the surface pain on my back—the lightest touch causes minor (but still annoying) pain; the kind of skin pain that accompanies a fever. None of these symptoms are life threatening, unless they are caused by pneumonia. I’ll assume that is not the case. For now.
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If I felt much, much better than I do, I would try to write something interesting and thought-provoking. But, because I don’t, I won’t. And I can’t.
