So, I started to develop Jon's cold on Tuesday evening, I got that tingly feeling in the roof on my mouth and my throat was sore. By Wednesday morning I was sneezing and blowing my nose and by Wednesday afternoon my nose had turned into a running tap of snotty doom. I hoped, this seemingly being the accelerated version of what J had, that I had hit the apex of things and that today would be better. No dice. Fast-track it may be, but I woke up with a throat like razorblades and now sound a bit like Betty, she of hotpots fame, late of Coronation Street.
Colds really are shit.
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