Monday, June 18, 2007

It's Asthma

I've had a cough for two months now. And it's gotten worse. So, obviously I was sure I had but a few months to live. The dark cloud loomed, I was nicer to people than I normally am (not a high bar), and was trying to get in as much television as possible.
My wife made me go to the doctor. I'm not sure if that was because she was worried about me or because the hacking and self-pity got on her nerves. Man, I love self-pity. You don't do shit and can eat whatever you want. If they had a drug that gave you self-pity, I'd be buying it.
Well, it's asthma. The bronchitis gave me asthma. Canada gave me asthma. Friggin' Canada. Hopefully it won't last forever, but I got me an inhaler today. An inhaler. I have an inhaler now. And it certainly didn't surpise me that along with the inhaler came horn-rimmed glasses and a certificate for a free name change to Poindexter.


Blogger Gina said...


I mean . . . what a shame. I'm so terribly sorry.


9:30 AM  
Blogger Kristen said...

Hah. Hahah. You could totally make it work, you know. I knew a girl who used her inhaler to make her cool--she'd pass it around the gym locker rooms in seventh grade and let other people take puffs off it, telling people they could get high off it. Hahaha.

4:18 PM  

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