I hate being sick. I simply cannot f'ucking tolerate it. I'm rarely sick, I usually make one trip to a damn hospital a year.
Today is that day. Thanks to the fact that I once worked in a polyurethane foam processing plant that used toluene diisocyanate, I now have Chronic Bronchitis.
For those of you who haven't had the joy of experiencing bronchitis, let me fill you in. Imagine waking up in the morning with lungs full of water. That is about what it feels like. There is so much f'ucking phlegm in my lungs right now, that I could easily fill a quart mason jar just by coughing. Which is something that I do almost constantly when it flares up. It gets to the point, that I have muscle pains in my chest from it, and my throat becomes painfully raw. It hurts to breathe air colder than room temperature.
And I get to look forward to this **** every year for the rest of my life. Even with the shots and medication I got today, I'll still have this crap for roughly a few more weeks while the phlegm is broken up and I cough it up.
My doctor told me that I needed to quit smoking. Will it help me not to get this **** every year? No. Not really. But it would at the very least cause it not to be as bad as it is right now.
Maybe I'll quit, maybe I won't. Who the hell knows. I enjoy smoking, and even though I do have to cut waaay back when I'm sick, I still like nothing better than to kick back after a day at work with a cold beer and a smoke. Speaking of which, it's getting damn close to five. I need to head over to Lori's house.
She's the one I spoke of that was living with an abusive bf. Well, he's gone now. And what can I say? The bronchitis doesn't seem so f'ucking bad after all when I'm there.
So, I'll talk to you tards later.
Edited, Thu Apr 8 17:10:06 2004 by SelfishMan