This morning my throat was so sore that swallowing woke me up. That has eased somewhat, but my chest feels like I’m trying to breath through a dust cloud.
I wasn’t supposed to get sick this winter. Yes, I know that “everybody has it.” But I wasn’t supposed to get it. I was to remain well and happy and knit up a storm.
Instead I’m lying around drinking tea and hot toddies and feeling sorry for myself. Ugh.
Make it go away.
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