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Uggggghhh. . .I feel like crap on toast.  My nose is so stuffed up, I swear someone jammed cotton balls in there when I wasn’t looking.  It’s so plugged, I can’t taste anything. That actually might be a good thing because my throat is so raw that swallowing feels like a dozen tiny swordsmen are sharpening their steel on my tonsils. I’m so tired because I can’t sleep because I can’t breathe.  I’ve turned into a droopy eyed, dry-lipped, mouth breather.  Let me go take some Tylenol with an orange juice chaser. Keep your fingers crossed for rebound for tomorrow.