Yesterday almost had me convinced that this infection was mild. This morning I woke up a different person, with different beliefs.
Yesterday I was mostly just tired, and my nasal cavity felt as if it was sandblasted.
Today, I’m not sure what’s the worst: the splitting headache, the fever that comes and goes, or the volumes of muck I’m coughing up. In a way, it reminds me of how I felt when I had dengue fever. The pain everywhere. I feel fucking miserable. It probably didn’t help that both kids have covid too. Double dosages of ibuprofen got me through the day.
I’ll end it here for today, chew some more ibuprofen and hope for a better night.