It hurts when I…

…cough.

…breathe.

…sneeze.

…cough some more.

…wheeze.

That’s been my life for the better part of this week.  Coughing, sneezing, coughing some more, and wheezing.  I’ve caught whatever this nasty bug is that has been going around Chicago- sort of Bronchitis, but without the fever (thankfully, at least in my case).  People are dropping like flies– not dying of course but sick sick SICK.

I went to the doctor yesterday and got the necessary antibiotics to kick this thing out of my body for good, but it will take a while to get rid of this violent cough.

It SUCKS, and I’ll tell you why.  First of all, I was sick on my birthday and that is never cool.  Though honestly I’ve been sick on my birthday more times than I care to remember– 3 or 4 years ago I was even WORSE than this, flat on my back and off of work for an entire week.  Of course that’s because I had taken a vacation that week.  Lovely way to spend a vacation, isn’t it?  I also dealt with this over the Thanksgiving holiday in 2004.  Holidays and me just do not mix.

It also sucks because I’m supposed to have friends over for a birthday/Christmas party, and I’m feeling a little less festive than usual.   But I am slowly improving, and as the day goes on, and I take more of my meds, I am feeling much more like myself.

Though my voice has taken on a certain “Barry White”-ish quality that is both sexy and disarming at the same time.

“Oh yeah baby… wish me a Happy Birthday.  Ohhh yeah…”

 Ouch… it hurts when I laugh, too.

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