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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Lather, Lather, Lather

Turns out, I have a collapsed lung. No shit. My doctor in training friend, P--- K---man told me that it could be a collapsed lung. God, am I relieved. It started two nights ago as the feeling you get when you are really full. A little discomfort in your ribcage. It will pass, you say. Well this motherfucker didn't. I awoke in the middle of the night lying on my right side and groaning like a cat being humped by a dog. My breath was short. Granted, I'm not a miler or anything, but I never woke up sweating or out of breath. I felt embarassed. I thought it was my back fat gettting the best of me. My gut folding in on itself. The next day, as my alarm rang, I could not muster a yawn. It hurt too badly to breathe that far in. I worked through it, 11 hours and all. Only 11 complaints. Later on in the night, as with most ailments, I felt better. But once I laid my fat ass in bed, the pain persisted. Today, it hurt more. I'll post more later because my roommate is going home to watch The Office.

Thank God it turned out to be something other than a collapsed lung, huh?
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