Ages ago, before my thyroid gland turned out to be useless and was removed, I tended to slide from one bronchitis into the next. Then I had years of peace.
Two 1/2 weeks ago, it sneaked up on me again when I started correcting the final exams of my 13th graders.
I ignored it.
After more than a week in bed – and two weeks of sounding like a somewhat unhealthy Darth Vader – I’m still not done. Nasty sh*t, that. Be gone already!