If you’re wondering about the title, it may or may not have something to do with disorientation. Because…
My voice sounds like I’ve been smoking three packs a day for 15 years, my ears feel full of cotton and my nose could put a leaking faucet to shame.
But I’m alive, and otherwise well. I had an incredible time getting to know one of the women I was traveling with, and since she’s only one country away, there’s a very real possibility that I’ll see her again.
Also, it was worth going outside the other day with a fever and a body-shaking cough to get these shots:
What’s your go-to remedy when you feel under the weather?