Kepler
Si certus es dubita
Bronchitis, now well into week two. It has already beaten back a Zpak, lots of hydrocodone and cough syrup, puffing steroids, and now it's meeting my final boss: Prednisone. According to Dr. Dr. if I'm not 95% in the clear in two days I'm getting chest x-rays and she'll start poking around for something worse.
I just want to say that being sick is, on balance, even worse than being in Boston.
Once I am better...
or dead...
this thread is intended to be the comfort source for others who are illin' and can't sleep and would like everybody to know just how miserable they are, possibly saving their marriages since otherwise they would have to be needy with their spouses (or mothers, or FSK controllers).
To be clear, this thread is not for medical advice. It is for whining, complaining, b-tching, pouting, and generally feeling sorry for your own d-mn as-s when you are sick, which I submit is both a Constitutional right and a beatitude.
And now I'm going to cough for thirteen consecutive minutes as my ribs feel like they are shattering and yellow ooze pours from my every orifice.
I just want to say that being sick is, on balance, even worse than being in Boston.
Once I am better...
or dead...
this thread is intended to be the comfort source for others who are illin' and can't sleep and would like everybody to know just how miserable they are, possibly saving their marriages since otherwise they would have to be needy with their spouses (or mothers, or FSK controllers).
To be clear, this thread is not for medical advice. It is for whining, complaining, b-tching, pouting, and generally feeling sorry for your own d-mn as-s when you are sick, which I submit is both a Constitutional right and a beatitude.
And now I'm going to cough for thirteen consecutive minutes as my ribs feel like they are shattering and yellow ooze pours from my every orifice.
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