It is a terrifying prospect indeed, to walk 10 steps and be drenched in sweat. Such is my experience with the beginning stages of bronchitis. What a month this has been. From calculating the demise of my meagre funds to being struck by this wretched ailment. The doctors seem to think it’s not too serious and should clear up in a week. I should certainly hope so. Wheezing around the world like a geriatric is no fun for someone who’s far from one.
This is doubly worse, considering this is the height of allergy season. So far I’m on three sprays, one inhaler and an assortment of multi-coloured pills designed to wreak germicide on any malignant bacteria that should reside in my system. It’s singularly depressing, considering nary a year ago, I had none of these respiratory ailments. Where did that fabled immune system of an ox go? At least the disease is doing a good job of keeping my hubris down. Humility is good for the ego.