Reach Under the Dusty Pile!
The last few days have given me an appreciation of what it like to be alive! The coughing refuses to subside, and now I know what it means to be knee deep in phlegm, that seems like an ever flowing spring from under the ground, only to tire out the hole it incessantly arises from. What started off as a regular cold and respiratory congestion, and was expected to be chased away, with absolutely no challenges, via a dose of antibiotics, after the said dosage, showed no signs of abating, very soon turning into a nightmarish chest infection. I glared, in my mind, and wondered suspiciously at the unnecessary necessity of X-rays and CT scans that my trusted pulmonologist was uncharacteristically recommending. I even went so far as to mentally question his good sense, cursing hospitals for laying the bait, so as to reel in their daily moolah from unsuspecting prey, only to have the results come back positive with signs of an infection in the lungs, an organ, by the way, I've suddenly gain...