I have been feeling like crap for so long that I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to be healthy.  What would it be like to wake up and be able to breathe out of my nose and not have my lips dried out and cracked in several places?  The biggest challenge of being sick for the past month has been believing that I will get better.   And when all the well-meaning, healthy people tell me to hang in there, I kinda want to punch them in the face.   Or at least cough in their face.

Today, though, hope was restored.  A coworker was telling me about how he had the same cruddy virus/infection for an entire month, but that it did eventually go away.  With that, he gave me some hope and I am grateful.