I've heard people say a million times that they have an upper respiratory infection (which is basically a bad cold, btw) but have never heard of, or considered, that if there's an upper, there must be a lower.
It's official: my lungs hate me. They've joined forces with my eardrum and are waging war.
There is so much fluid in my ear and lungs that I can hear my own heartbeat and breathing like a thunderous underwater heavy metal concert. "Keep it down, will ya? I'm trying to nap!"
I went to see Sara Bareilles last night. She's my favorite :) and even though I felt like a corpse and there was a tidal wave of mucus erupting from my nose, I went anyway. We had seats and the show was amazing. I don't feel that was overdoing it but my doctor thinks otherwise. I now intend to sleep the weekend away, as instructed.
Apparently, fluid in your lungs is cause for rest. I'm still learning the meaning of that word, but I'm trying.
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