Penultimate day of my week-long congé de maladie, which translates as ‘illness holiday’.
I'm definitely on the mend, the most evident remaining symptom is a voice that belongs to somebody else.
My tastebuds are functioning at about 25%, which is an improvement, since I haven’t tasted anything since Saturday. Downside of a cold this bad is that everything tastes like mud, upside is that I can eat things that taste like mud anyway and not tell the difference. I'm saving a fortune by subsisting on budget-brand pasta concoctions, with industrial quantities of fruit to counteract the damage.
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