Good morning, shipmates. I forgot that you all are sick, so I ran and put on a mask and gloves.
I don't remember losing my sense of taste or smell. I was too sick to eat anyhoo, and it was the constant, non productive coughing that really got to me. My ribs felt like I'd done six rounds with Sonny Liston.
That was the first version. Second version was a little coughing, but mostly just drained of all energy and generally felt like shit on a Ritz.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, so I refuse to get 'ronaed again.