Morning pit. And also ((pit))
Interesting! And lol Red! Only you could get annoyed at having to 'give up' your epic fevers
Just everybody be on the lookout for my left lung under the couch. His name is Cletus. He's smallish for his age and a little shy.
I thought it was a throw pillow. Sorry, Red, here you go. Little bit of drool. I'll wipe that off for you.
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I have awful lungs too. Lots of pneumonia and bronchitis as a kid. A couple years ago I went in and the doctor looked at my x-ray and said, "Have you had TB?"
Eesh that's pretty bad...
This is good to know. I was blowing up balloons a few weeks ago and challenged my husband and son to blow one up with a single breath to see how much lung capacity we all have. Son (who plays trumpet) was impressive. But I lost to my husband who has smoked a pack of cigs every day for thirty freaking years. I nearly cried. Now I'm doing lots of deep breathing and long walks. Still can't walk up the stairs without getting winded though. ((Madder)) like just wtf right?
Oh, and there's a Pittish fact: TB is associated with so many creative types, because it creates these magnificent, nearly hallucinatory fevers. Before I knew I had TB, I was really enjoying the early stages--this rich, hazy, magical, aphrodisiac fever every night around 10 pm. I wrote like a fiend for 5 or 6 hours a night, then crashed by dawn. Then, bummer, found out I was gonna have to get treated.
Interesting! And lol Red! Only you could get annoyed at having to 'give up' your epic fevers