I have a cold.
A real rip-snorting, chest-heaving, throat-scraping, head-pounding, phlegm-heavy monster bastard of a cold. The kind of bug I used to deal with two or three times a year, but managed to avoid during the two years of masks and lockdowns. I feel simultaneously hot and cold, I feel exhausted but unable to sleep, and I ache like an arthritic walrus.
God, I hate Autumn.
RC 28-9-22
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