Somewhere in my brain a closed door meeting was in session, the attendees - my uvula, my oesophagus, and my nose. I'm not sure what the topic of discussion was but it was evident after a few days.

“I'm tired” said Uvula.

“Well, aren't we all” said Oesophagus with a side eye that immediately put everyone in check.

“How about we go on a vacation” Nose thought subconsciously.

Meanwhile, there I was making plans and going about my day gleefully. 

Next thing, I feel something swollen like my throat had secretly joined a gym overnight and skipped leg day.

“Implementation phase begins,” whispered Nose.

Uvula dramatically switched sides, “I told you people I needed rest!”

Then, Oesophagus cleared his nonexistent throat, “Let it be known I opposed this nonsense from the start.”

Within hours, swallowing felt like negotiating tomatoes with a stubborn market woman.

My voice? Gone—on vacation without even dropping a note.

All the while, Nose was having a field day, ecstatic!

There I was, confused, sipping warm water with a mixture of honey, lemon and fresh ginger—like it held untold secrets.
It finally hit me—this was no ordinary discomfort; it was a full-blown internal strike.