Sympathy. Oh, I crave it. Two nights ago it felt as if my ears were going to explode from pain and pressure . . . and my throat was raw. Red, ugly raw. I was chilled. I probably had these symptoms worse than anyone else in the whole world. For two mornings now I have ratcheted myself into a sitting position taken cold remedies. Slowly, slowly, the symptoms abate – although a cough rips my throat out and causes my chest muscles to scream. I probably look like this:
