Jan 172014
I woke up this morning feeling… alright. Didn’t even have to spend have an hour coughing once I made it to vertical… just a few hacks, and I was done. I felt almost back to normal. Had visions of finally getting done some things that have needed doing since before the sickness began. And then… I went out to get the mail. Within two seconds, the cold air hit my lungs, and their response was:
Damn things tried to eject themselves. They’ve been twitchy and inefficient ever since.
Damn.
Best guess, all the coughing and whatnot has stripped off the protective layers of gunk and ick and whatnot, leaving the lung tissue exposed. Some cold dry air hits it and *whammo,* it panics.