I had another terrible night. I was waking up for the onset of coughing, not to mention the stuffed nose, which inhibited normal breathing. However, even though these symptoms remained active during the day, I feel much better compared to how I'd felt two days ago. It was agony. I hope this disease disappears by tomorrow! Nevertheless, there are a couple of new symptoms that bother me. We lost our olfactory and gustatory senses, and I might have some hearing impairment as I hear my voice, as if a gelded Popeye had moved into my throat, taking over the control over my vocal cords. After all, I ate almost a package of Swiss anti-cough pastille, no wonder I was standing on the parapet shouting RIIIIII-COOO-LAAAAAAAAA!
When I woke up this morning, I knew the day wouldn't be an active one. Nothing sinister happened that would have suggested anything unexpected; it was rather one of those intuitions that depicted how the events of the day would unfold. This gut feeling strengthened when I grabbed Abby's leash and took her for her early morning walk. She was as inactive as I was, and the speed and length of our walk corroborated this theory. We ambled back to the house momentarily. After this painfully short-lived stroll with a surprisingly exhausted canine, I sat in front of the TV, munched my breakfast and slurped the much-needed black nectar in the form of a strong espresso. What a surreal still-life this was. Especially considering how many episodes we have watched from one of the currently watched series. As my system started to absorb the caffeine, switching my wee brain into the first gear, the haze dissipated over today's schedule. Harnessing this ephemeral clear state, I rushed into...
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