Way up high in my nasal cavity, there's all this pressure.
And my nose doesn't work well under pressure. She prefers when things are calm.
So, she's refusing to work. And my mouth is thankfully picking up the slack, otherwise I'd certainly be in for it.
My throat hurts like it's lined with sandpaper, and my forehead feels like it's been preheated to 350 degrees, even though I've got no cookies to bake.
As soon as Macy and I do our afternoon walk, I'm crawling into bed with a box of tissues!
