When I told my friend John that I might have whooping cough, he listed all the things whooping cough reminded him of. “Reminds me of whooping cranes. And Whoppers, both the Burger King hamburgers and the chalky malt balls. And the 1993 Tag Team classic, ‘Whoomp! There It Is.’ All right, I’ll stop.”
My diagnosis is unconfirmed—my doctor is treating me for whooping cough (pertussis), but said that the antibiotics would kill whatever bacterial infection I’ve got, and that “if you’re still coughing in a month, we’ll know it was pertussis.” Super! I’ve been on antibiotics for four days and feel much better, but I’m still coughing, especially at night. (And in case you were wondering, my coughs lack the characteristic “whoop” sound, but according to the internets, adults may have milder symptoms than children do).
I’m not sure yet how this is going to affect my winter running schedule; presumably I’ll have to modify it to accommodate my reduced lung capacity, but I’m still hoping I can do the Austin 3M Half-Marathon (although I may have to let Mark beat me this year).
And I never did like those chalky malt balls.
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current book: Dark Water: Flood and Redemption in the City of Masterpieces by Robert Clark (and with much thanks to Harriett for the tip)
current music: The last few days have been spent in codeine-induced slumber. Not so much with the music. I fear it would just give me weird dreams.
current socks: Black with multi-colored kitties on them.
how weird that you have Whooping Cough and my five year old nephew is dealing with Scarlet Fever? what’s up with the return of the 19th century diseases?