the self-portrait project, way, way late
project 52, week 37
I've been sick all week. I don't get sick often, but when I do, it's brutal. This year was no exception. It started with sinuses, grew to include a fever and cold. Right now my face is so chapped that when I laugh my lip splits. But despite my whining, I have to be grateful: I get sick once a year. And despite the fact that it transforms me into a blubbering baby...for the most part, I'm so very, very fortunate.
I've been sick all week. I don't get sick often, but when I do, it's brutal. This year was no exception. It started with sinuses, grew to include a fever and cold. Right now my face is so chapped that when I laugh my lip splits. But despite my whining, I have to be grateful: I get sick once a year. And despite the fact that it transforms me into a blubbering baby...for the most part, I'm so very, very fortunate.
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