This must be one of those colds that just hangs on awhile.
Joe from work, who I suspect that I caught it from, said that it stayed with him for three weeks. I'm currently in the middle of week two. It's not a full blown cold (I'm past that I hope) but it's where you can just "feel" beyond the nagging cough, that things aren't completely back to normal. Something I can hear when I inhale. And a feeling that my temperature has been at 98.7 and holding for the last few days. And though not sore, an odd taste in my throat. There's a sense that I could go back the other way tomorrow. Like it's playing with me, telling me not to get too comfortable.
I feel the need to get out and about and participate in life but after a half hour or so, I'm ready to go back home. I'm walking around slowly, slower than normal, which means that I'm at 105-year-old-man pace. Maybe I need an attitude adjustment and to just suck it up, get manic and sweat it out?
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