The mud flats on either side of Pilot Town, to be more precise….
That is where it feels like I have been excavated from after a period of nourishing ghost crabs while baking in the sun.
Bronchitis is such a beautiful thing. How many other afflictions can brag on turning you into a fountain that only sprays green sputum and makes a sound much like that a drooling emphysema patient makes when you take the O2 away.
Stay away from the chest tubes if you can possibly help it. Had a pneumothorax in 02 and ever since then, anytime I catch a cold, it ends up in my chest as a ripping case of Bronchitis.
Forget coughing. It hurts to blink my eyes.