I've had a pretty nasty cold for about a week now that started with a terrible sore throat and followed with this never ending congestion and a lovely cough to match.
I'm tired. I'm sick. I'm tired of being sick.
Here I am... sitting on my couch lamenting the loss of the ability to inhale (or exhale) through both nostrils at once.... or sometimes through my nose at all.
And then I remembered The Girl Whose Hair was On Fire.
And I immediately counted my blessings.
Because I can breathe. And this, too, is temporary.
Pity party over.
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