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two in time of peace and two in time of war
After the wild weekend I was feeling sick on Sunday. When I woke up on Monday it was established: I am sick! Being sick is like being a zombie none of my coworkers wanted me around, which is understandable: their voice is their paycheck.
I made an asap appointment with: Dr.Ashton Brinson I've been under his sexy care since '07. He told me I am not sick (cold/flu) I am just having a bad asthma episode.
He ordered a nebulizer treatment; which, made me feel like a million bucks afterwards. He prescribed me flovent and urged me to use my albuterol. I skipped the gym on monday, but tackled that bitch yesterday with minimal coughing and wheezing.
This weekend: no smoking cigarettes!!! I have to conserve my lungs for breathing :D
why oh why is everything I enjoy bad for me?
it all gives me cancer. it all makes me sick.