Geiger Counter at Chernobyl

That's what my lungs sound like at the moment. Hubby said he thought I sounded more like Darth Vader, until I performed my patented Darth impression for him.

I tried to get in to see my family doctor this week, and he was away, and the doc filling in was totally booked. I couldn't get through to the after-hours clinic, let alone get an appointment. So after grocery shopping, with me stopping half-way down each aisle to grab onto a shelf and cough as if trying to bring up an elephant, Hubby dragged me off to the hospital this afternoon.

Four hours later, I walked out with a puffer and assurances that my lungs were really noisy. Hmmm. Apparently it's not pneumonia, just bronchitis, and I can't really do much except sleep, drink lots of fluids, and let it run its course. Oh, and use the puffer.

Good thing I can check email from bed. ;)