T's apple cookies

Writing, I am desperate to spit out words.

But I hesitate, too.

I wish to write about something that I haven't been able to judge whether or not it is ethical to put in written form. It has taken long for me to consider without a decision. I have been oscillating  between the hurt that I have been suffering from in the experience and the doubt that I might have wrongly interpreted the said experience.

T's lunch box

Until today I couldn't smell anything at all for a while as my nose was entirely blocked and I was breathing like a fish. It happened so quietly and suddenly that I was shocked when I failed to detect T's need to change diaper. Then the same thing occurred twice during the day.

At first I thought it was the annual attack of hay fever, but it got complicated by the cold which I caught from runny-nose T. Seeing the baby helplessly struggle with nose water is much worse than suffering from it myself.