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It's one of those nightmarish bouts with congestion that I'm cursed with.

My throat feels like it's roasting in the fiery pits of hell while being pricked with a thousand needles.

Swallowing is agony. Breathing is torture.

And anyone who accuses me of being melodramatic will get hit with a flying shoe.