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Now it's my turn for sinus fun. And by fun I mean torture.
This virus has moved down from my head into my chest. You know you're sick when what you're blowing out and what you're coughing up are both a color that doesn't occur in nature.
And to top it I have laryngitis.
All this fun comes when I'm traveling for work and covering 12-hour night shifts.
I just want to go home and sleep.
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History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.
Mark Twain
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