I’m getting over being sick which is quite grand indeed. Its nice to be able to breathe through my own nose.
My nose was running. I hated it. Nothing I could do could stop the nasty mucous from dripping down my face. No matter how much I wiped or blew it it would keep going like a geyser at a national park: Old Snotfilled.
So its just good to breathe again. Or at least be able to partake in some form of breathing in which I alternate nostrils against my own will.