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Well, They Bought Me Lunch

Coughy McCougherson

Well, I declare myself over my latest bout of bronchitis.

I suspected it was coming on a week ago Friday. I had a fairly sore spot in my throat, but no other symptoms; however, I have learned the hard way that this particular symptom is the first step down the slippery slope of horribleness.

Joe was working the late shift that night, as he is wont to do, so I took my usual subway and bus combination. Normally, this commute ends with a nice quarter-mile walk home. That Friday, however, was a stormy day. As soon as I stepped off the bus, the heavens opened. I did have my extra snazzy Gore-Tex raincoat, thank God, but I still had to walk through a downpour, with lightning flashing and thunder booming, and leaves and branches flying all over the damn place. The raincoat kept me dry right down to my knees -- from there down I got soaked. At least I was wearing capris and rubber flip-flops.

Saturday was a gorgeous, beautiful, perfect day. The bronchitis began to set up shop with a small case of the sniffles. I went to a friend's outdoor birthday party and had a good time. Then I came home.

And on Sunday... there it was. The wheezing. The coughing. The nose stuffed with goo. More coughing.

I called the doc and got meds, stayed home from work Monday and Tuesday, and now I can safely say that I am OVER. IT.


So that's where I've been. I could muster up the energy for Facebook posts, but that was about it. However, I am now better. I swear.