Whentf is this going to end…

Written by guest author Jessica Perini as part of the Long Sentence Challenge

Eleven days ago the razor blade took to my neck—not outside like a murderer, but inside like an invisible torturer; I can see the moment when it happened: I sprayed the cheap perfume, supposedly lemon myrtle air freshener (from Aldi) in the bathroom, and in that moment droplets—sucked in by me like a vacuum cleaner—invaded my throat, scorching it like a fire come a calling when a door is opened to air, and immediately, immediately you see turning the handle was a BAD IDEA, and then you’re left with the burns, only for me inside, and then the coughing, and then no tolerance to the air conditioning, so of course the temperature drops and then everyone looks at you funny because here we are sitting in a freezing cold room when a perfectly reliable form of heating is available, but yay we’re saving you so you can breathe; still I feel bad when I see the boys here rugged up in their puffer jackets, me with my saline water pumping up my nose, and three separate forms of cough medicine, and then the last one at ten days yay works, but then ohhhh, the stomach pain, and wtf consipation (what am I, eighty? noooooo, but I feel like it) … seriously, almost two weeks of coughing—and two doctors, and three cough medications, and three sets of lozenges, and so tired, and whentf is this going to end??

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