Lungs closing in…  light getting dimmer.  Kirstie playing WoW in the other room, and not able to hear my cries for help.  Outlook: bleak.

Seriously though, I think I’ve got bronchitis.  Most of the symptoms went away other than the cough, and I’m fairly sure I got it from my dad.  He is a heavy smoker, and got bronchitis once years ago, and I’m pretty sure he’s had it since then but just calls his cough “smoker’s cough.”  His doctor told him the only way to really get rid of it was to stop smoking for a few weeks, so the cilia in his lungs would grow back and actually bring up the infected gunk.  Needless to say, that wasn’t going to happen.  So after playing tour of Atlanta and chauffeur for dad for 5 days or so, I’m left with this.  I’ll probably go to the doctor on Monday (assuming I don’t feel back to 100% by then), and no doubt get prescribed some antibiotics.

I’ll have something interesting to post once I’m feeling better, I promise.  A rant, even.