It slowly crept in. The looming threat had been there long enough. Like an elephant in the room, everyone around me had been dropping like flies. First the cough, then the sore throats, and oh the mucus! Nothing could have been worse, except for maybe getting gum stick in your braces back in the middle school days. And then it happened, just like clockwork. First the cough, then the sore throat, finally the chest congestion. Waking up with this uninvited guest who had completely laid waste to the organs in my thoracic cavity. Diminished lung capacity crippled my activity levels. I knew this had to be the end. Why must the good die young?
Sincerely,
Ann
Sincerely,
Ann
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