Day 1: the post-nasal blitzkrieg
Today marks the first of what will inevitably be a long and whining series of updates pertaining what I suspect is a sinus infection. Please, don't act too shocked. Like a birthday or an anniversary, this is just another celebration of stricken illness that plagues me every year, but simply prolonged beyond that cake, balloons and marching band.
Current status: The unsuspected post-nasal attack. Gets me every time. Mucus is splotted, strained, and blood shot with fear. In the line of defense is one glass of orange juice, one mug of tea and the forced, false mental reassurance that everything will be okay.
Current status: The unsuspected post-nasal attack. Gets me every time. Mucus is splotted, strained, and blood shot with fear. In the line of defense is one glass of orange juice, one mug of tea and the forced, false mental reassurance that everything will be okay.