First day of blogging...and me with a cold. I sound much like a crackled mower ready for the morning grass cutting. My nasal passages are blocked and I taste nothing but the remnants of a former cough drop, on the swollen part of what I formerly called my tongue. Laying on the couch with nothing better to do than muse over my thoughts and the agonizing of the mass upon my shoulders atop my neck. Which can not escape the viselike feeling that it is now entailed in. I don't normally converse my thoughts out like this, but the medications that have dulled my feelings to this numbness that I am settled in to rest and recoup has taken its tole on my awareness...
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