…coughing like a wizened old lady. The eyeballs are bloodshot. The face is swollen and puffy. Yesterday at the mall playzone, little children stared at me in horror and parted way to allow me to pass.
The best part about it all? Cant get anything edible down this ravaged throat, so am on complete liquid diet. Yup. Thats my silver lining to this cloud. Hopefully, two to three kilos down by the end of it all. The trouble is, the first place the fat starts getting a move on is the face. Will probably do a Marlon Brando and stick in some jowls for face fat later, rather than look heroin chic.
Bring on the sympathy, am feeling hacking racking miserable!