When I'm in the throes of an illness, I nearly always experience ups and downs. Some of those ups may seem like a recovery, and I've been fooled in my youth. But there's a common element to a genuine recovery.
I get insanely hungry.
This respiratory ailment that beset me (and, frankly, worried me), began to fade not long after my last blog post about it. I felt confident not in my lack of symptoms, but in my newly emptied fridge.
Also felt good not being sick.
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