Ever the optimist, I keep thinking I'm getting better. Then the decongestant wears off.
Making the big effort Saturday cost me dearly: I have been exhausted ever since. About all I have gotten done around the house is washing the dishes yesterday, in one big effort right after taking all my symptom-suppressing medicine.
Judging from the pain in my knees, this thing has settled in for the duration. It's not covid, I've tested negative twice, and the symptoms don't fit RSV or the flu. It's almost certainly a cold. The sore throat has mostly faded but the cough and congestion linger.
One way or another, I'm going to have to try going to work tomorrow, after a "vacation" that has left me more tired and more behind the 8-ball than before it began.
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