I'm still struggling with this verchacte bronchitis, and frankly it's getting even more boring for me than it is for you. For realz. Trudging into work every day through torrential Winter rain is officially Not Helping me get rid of this thing. After one of the worst drought periods in history we now have been blessed with endless, endless rain. Or so it seems. Right now I'm starting to doubt that I may ever be completely dry again.
(Oh, and I become a drama queen when I'm sick. Prone to hyperbole.)
Yesterday I made it into the office, stayed an hour and a half, and then turned around and went home again. A total of nearly three hours of travel time for an hour and a half spent in the office. You know, something is not right with that equation and I should have just saved myself the bother. Hindsight, you know?
I feel a bit like that maiden aunt that does nothing but talk about her bad veins and bursitis at the moment. Middle of the night coughing fits do not good blog posts make. Hey kids, let's rap about sputum!
See?
17 comments:
I think it's consumption.
Consume or be consumed... Seriously, have you made a return visit to the dr? It should have cleared up by now, dude.
I feel so romantic all of a sudden. But it's not my tiny hand that's frozen, it's my ugly hobbit feet. Wet socks. Ugh.
Now that's quite the romantic dissipative condition. He'd need to be tucked up with a lace coverlet and a bone china pot of tea.
No fear, Andrew. Hearing about your cough is much more interesting than, say, hearing about an ingrown toenail.
M-H, I have a bad history with bronchitis. I'm really prone to it and I've had pluerisy and pneumonia a couple of times. I' so fragile! :) It is on the mend, but it's taking its merry time about it. The cold damp weather is part of the problem.
Sherri, I managed to mention my ugly feet even before I read your toenail comment. Snap! :)
Michael was only half-right: it's CONSPICUOUS consumption!
Poor dear...
My advice is to STOP SMOKING CRACK!!!
(It's hell on the bronchial tubes.)
Suddenly I'm reminded of Marisa Berenson in "Cabaret": "It's the plegma---it collects in de tubes."
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See, you're not the only one who's sick...
Plegma! In de tubes!
I'm coming right down there, mister, to nurse you back to health. There'll be tea bags. And noodle soup. You'll be in the pink before you know it.
Speaking of bad feet, I called to get a pedi paired up with my Friday haircut, and they could NOT accomodate me! Said they are swamped by a wedding party coming in for spa treatments. I've said it before, but: fucking brides!
If you come here and nurse me, I promise to get better! Bring the soup, I can supply the teabag(s).
Never come between a queen and his pedi. Don't they know this?
If I get a black toenail from my long run this weekend, there'll be hell to pay! So yeah, me with lackluster toes and you with a fulminating pulmonary infection....we're quite a pair, eh?
i still think you need lots of pampering.
Dr Spo, I agree!
Michael, if you get Black Toe I may need to reassess our relationship.
At least you didn't mention lung oysters!
Toenail! Not the whole toe. You'd never notice it anyway....it's summer here, remember? That means pink polish.
Pink polish eh? Was that like some Bratz gift with purchase? I'm seeing glitter.
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