ESTOY TOSIENDO!!! AHH!!!

I. HATE. COUGHING.

I thought I'd just put that out there for all to read. As I sit here, in this computer chair, I am hacking up a lung.

I do not want pity. I WANT AN ANSWER.

The question: Why am I sick?

I suppose a doctor will tell me it's because of bacteria or a virus or asfklgjsdh¿huh?lfgksdfgd etc.

A priest will tell me that God is trying to get me to slow down in life.

A teacher would hand me Purell and blame it on the janitors for not sanitizing the desks the day before.

A techy would launch into a speech about computer viruses and make lots of stupid puns and I'd walk away.

A Trekkie would blame something extraterrestrial and once again, I'd walk away.

The Rite Aid lady behind the counter will make a sad face, totally avoid my question, and recommend I buy another fifty bags of cough drops. "Try the expensive ones!"

A swim coach would blame it on the chlorine level and ask that I please not cough on my fellow swimmers (or drink from their Gatorade).

A D.I. coach would turn this one into an Instant Challenge and I'd get some really bizarre answers.

And finally, my favorite... My mom would tell me it's a virus, I need to slow down and rest more, Purell could help me avoid more viruses, it has nothing to do with computers or extraterrestrials, I don't need the really expensive Halls, the chlorine is not to blame but I shouldn't share Gatorade, and the answers I got at D.I. are way off. Then I'd get put to bed and I'd be able to sleep soundly, knowing that I finally understand why I'm sick.

I love you, Mom. I'm going to bed. :)

~Abby (*cough)