Lace the boots as tight as possible without cutting circulation. Walk around the house for 30 minutes. The "all stuffed up" feeling should be snug, warm, and slightly restrictive—like a weighted blanket for your feet.
He wiped his nose, sniffled pathetically, and kicked his bike to life. As he roared off into the crimson dusk, a single, glistening tear of frustration rolled down his cheek—not from rage, but because the wind pressure on his clogged face was absolute agony.
She stomps out, each platform thud clearing a bit more mucus from her sinuses. By the time she hits the main stage, Sabien is no longer “all stuffed up” with a cold—she’s stuffed with pure, uncompromising charisma.