Sick. Sick of being sick. Vast quantities of snot. A truly impressive cough, conjuring up images of tuberculosis-doomed Victorian invalids. Plugged-up ears. A raw throat. A dull head.
But no temperature (tho' of course one does have a temperature, just a normal one). So not really sick. Without fever, one must keep on working. One longs for a fever.
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