I caughed the entire night. My lungs hurt, I have still a bit fever. My face hurts, too.
In other words: I feel most awful and cold.
To go out to get me some food seems impossible. I will manage to do this. But to fly to Paris is simply too much.
Health has priority.
It shouldn't be.
(The sneezing is so strong that it shakes my entire body. And it doesn't become less. Grghhh.)