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madrobinsEvery winter I can always count on one nasty cold-thing that goes to my throat and then migrates into my lungs, ending with bronchitis. This year I got it early--in my first couple of weeks at work. "Well, I've got that done!" I thought.
Feh. It's come around again. I know what to do for it, and I'm doing it (I spent most of the weekend lying around attempting to forestall the worst of it, which seems not to have had the desired effect, but may have forestalled something nastier). But really: twice? Within four months? Who's organizing these things?
Ugh. Again.
Feh. It's come around again. I know what to do for it, and I'm doing it (I spent most of the weekend lying around attempting to forestall the worst of it, which seems not to have had the desired effect, but may have forestalled something nastier). But really: twice? Within four months? Who's organizing these things?
Ugh. Again.