I’m convinced that being half sick, may be worse than actually being sick. It’s like I’m waiting for the real sickness to come barreling through the front door and apologizing, “I’m here, sorry I’m late, here’s your plague.”
Throat’s raw, but not swollen, there’s some congestion but it’s more annoying than anything else.
I feel I am in a steady decline though, and I’m trying my best to combat it with hydration and rest. At least it’s Friday tomorrow and that’s that.