Bronchitis, passing on the edge of another bout of pneumonia. Steroids (really, REALLY a lot of steroids...*blink*), antibiotics, Mucinex D, pain reliever, and rest. Except I have to go to work tomorrow.
And I won't even MENTION that Saturday is MD Sheep and Wool. No I will not. Because then I will cry like a little bitch,
as I most certainly did not do when the doctor told me I might need to see a respiratory therapist
which would make you ALL SAD.
Wool is my fandom, baby.
On the other hand, sometimes My Chemical Romance is also my fandom. Or at least the version off them created by bexless
to make me giggle and laugh and snort when I cannot even breathe, and then cough until my lungs fall out. WHICH IS OKAY BECAUSE I WAS NOT, APPARENTLY, USING THEM ANYWAY. (DIMINISHED LUNG CAPACITY FTW!)
Anyway. Wasn't I going on about MCR? I think I was. Here. Enjoy.
I will be over here wishing my parents hadn't smoked around me for 20 years. Thanks, guys.