Dear body - no fucking más, okay?
So my body is giving my its due comeuppance for being such a goddamn boy about being sick (no offense meant to my lovelies of the opposite sex, just that some of you can be really fucking stubborn about being sick - "It's just a sprain! Don't mind that it's swollen to the size of Kanye West's ego...").
I let a bout of bronchitis drag out for over a week because it came on, then went away a couple of days later. Only to come back a few days after that, worse. And I'm asthmatic, so I really know better... Now, I get the usual week of antibiotics, and two weeks of Prednisone (go steroids!). Blah.
At least I have some TiVo'd movies (The Shining and Secretary) and possibly some remaining codeine cough syrup at home to keep me company. :-)
I let a bout of bronchitis drag out for over a week because it came on, then went away a couple of days later. Only to come back a few days after that, worse. And I'm asthmatic, so I really know better... Now, I get the usual week of antibiotics, and two weeks of Prednisone (go steroids!). Blah.
At least I have some TiVo'd movies (The Shining and Secretary) and possibly some remaining codeine cough syrup at home to keep me company. :-)