I've injured another rib. From coughing. Since Thanksgiving, not a day has passed in which I haven't been sick with a violent, hacking cough. And some days- like today- have also featured aching, queasiness, dripping from certain nasal orifices, and me lying in bed nearly naked because OMG, I'm so hot. This year, I've been hit with every single infection that's torn through the area, back to back, without any breaks, and right now cutting out my lungs with a carving knife sometimes doesn't seem like a bad idea, because even though that would kill me, at least the coughing would finally stop.
Yeah. It's gotten that bad. Help. Me.
I'm on Yet Another Round of antibiotics and cursing my rheumatoid arthritis for requiring medications that turn my immune system to shit. And I know a lot of you out there on my flist are suffering from chronic illness and maybe you know exactly what I mean when I say I feel like screaming for these damn bugs to leave me the hell alone for once. I just want to go to a movie with my friends and make it all the way through without once feeling like I'm going to accomplish the impossible and cough up my spleen- or blow off the top of my skull. Is that really so much to ask?