Now all the congestion has transformed into the inevitable springtime chest cold for me.
I'm strangely-relieved, truth be told. I'm so used to this as a pattern that it offers a certain predictability as to what I can expect. My head congestion has migrated to my chest, so I can breathe for the most part and no longer wish fiery doom upon all vegetable life. That's good, as we humans need plants and all that. Also I'm afraid of fire.
So now I'm adding cough medicine to my daily pharmaceutical cocktails. Whee.
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