Just as I expected, Monday morning smacked me across the face at about 5 a.m. Like a ton of bricks. It wasn't even that pleasant, really. But I did it. I got out of bed, showered, the whole deal.
And then there was fog.
And then I didn't have enough medicine.
And then I coughed and felt like my chest was on fire, and I was going to cough up a lung.
To put it simply, I have given myself the week off of strenuous physical activity, and that includes running and biking. It may not be literally possible to cough up a lung, but you know what? I don't really want to try it.
And then there was fog.
And then I didn't have enough medicine.
And then I coughed and felt like my chest was on fire, and I was going to cough up a lung.
To put it simply, I have given myself the week off of strenuous physical activity, and that includes running and biking. It may not be literally possible to cough up a lung, but you know what? I don't really want to try it.
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