The chicken soup I received as a gift came in handy, when a monster by the name of Flu took up residence. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. My thoughts were congested. I wasn’t sure what I’d write for my next blog, but wanted to try to cough something up.
Now that I’m on the road to recovery, I can look back and see how far I’ve come. Statistically speaking, I didn’t sneeze as much as when I’ve gotten other colds, though I did manage to use up half a box of tissues. I also coughed more. It started as a simple beat, then progressed to a nonstop percussive rhythm. Now it’s slowed down. I like being around other coughers. We have a really great symphony of sounds. My nose was stuffed up for awhile, but around the time of the government shutdown, I had a sniffles shutdown that cleared the way. I even got my taste buds back, which means that any day now I’ll be going out for pastries. If only my ears would pop, everything would be A-OK.
Stay well, dear readers.
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Notes from the cupcake rescue league 