inner conflict

It's like there's this pressure in my chest. Mainly in my lungs. I'm totally winning the battle, but the darn buggers won't give up. I wish viruses could lose with grace.
Speaking of grace, I am most definitely at my worst with respiratory illnesses. I can and do bear migraines without complaint on an average of a trimonthly basis; not so with colds. Thank goodness the frequency is greatly reduced: just 2-3 times a year. But still, I become more melodramatic, less patient, and a bit anhedonic. Guess I'm not a graceful winner.

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