So...Like clockwork, as usual every winter, I am quickly developing yet another case of Bronchitis.
It sucks.
The pain, the agony, the coughing, the sore throat, the little spanish children---wait. Nevermind.
It's funny the way it hits you. It always begins with a sore throat, which then progresses into a cough. Then in just sits for 2 days like that.
Then, one morning, you wake up realizing there's an elephant sitting on your chest. A metaphorical elephant, but damn he's a doozie.
I wonder if it's the Smallfertys who get this the most, due to asthma (sic)?
Hypochondria?
Nah. I grew out of that. While others grew into it (sic, again).
Whatever the reason my alvaeoli have become a cheese factory is beyond me, but it gives me something to write about that isn't insulting.
And as they used to say on Nickelodeon, "That's One to Grow on."
1 comment:
I don't think you know how to use sic properly. Is it because you're (sic)?
And I told you, we're the Rafferwoods. Get hip.
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