The backstory of this painting is actually quite interesting, the jester is Stańczyk, who was an actual person, the letter to the left is news about Russians capturing the Polish city of Smoleńsk, the event that eventually led to the downfall of Poland. To the right you can see a ballroom with a partying crowd, who don't care about the bad news, they just want to have fun. The only person who cares is the jester and he can't really do much about it.
The painting was done by Jan Matejko, who painted many events in Polish history. One of his most famous works is *Bitwa pod Grunwaldem*, which is absolutely enormous, really stunning to see in person.
This is literally what I do every time I'm sick. Think of how I took for granted how it was not to be.
EDIT: thanks for the karma
Life changing, I'm going to go appreciate my unstuffed nose right now
This is me but with sore throats. Basically I don't drink and eat for a few days. I have to force myself to drink/eat for survival, but it feels like knives going down your throat.
I had a deviated septum (bent divider between nostrils) so I could never breathe properly. I recently got that fixed with septoplasty. Best decision of my life.
Yes, and then you blow your nose so hard you pop a blood vessel and your ears trying to clear it.
Then you fall asleep drowning in mucus.
I once took a really long, really hot shower in an attempt to clear some nasal congestion. I covered one nostril, and blew as hard as possible. What came out was a spaghetti like booger, that went from the base of my knuckles to the back of my wrist.
The following inhale was one of the most satisfying things ever.
I don't fucking understand how I keep blowing my nose and my shit never clears up. It gets to the point that I'm blowing bloody snot yet it still is stopped up.
There is a saying in my country that goes like this: "Health is a crown on healthy that only ill people can see"