On Monday night my throat started to ache.
“I hope it’s just dry,” I said to John. “I don’t have time to be sick.”
By 3 AM it was burning. I dug sticky cough drops from 2017 out of a drawer and struggled to sleep. The next day, admitting defeat, I skipped my morning walk in favor of rest. I tr…
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