So you know it's serious when I get knocked on my ass for two weeks straight. I have had a chest/lung infection of the most horrible type. I had to cut my recent holiday short by a day and come home because of it and I've been unwell since. The doctors prescribed me some antibiotics and steroids to clear the inflammation.
Normally I am one of those people who think, "Pshaw (because in my head I'm a member of 1820's Gentry) I don't need none of that snake oil. My body is a God of Healing. I'm like fucking Wolverine man." but this time I was so sick I actually took the full course of medication. I had thought I was feeling better. I've been back at work and up an about this last week which is good because if I had to spend one more day in bed I might have burned my house down out of boredom.
Well, this morning I coughed up blood. Like... a fair bit of blood. That's scarey to me because I have been a smoker for 20 years (off them for four months now) and so lung cancer is always in the back of my mind. I went to the doctor and he's pretty sure it's just from the horrible cough I still have tearing up my throat but I have to have chest X-Ray's tomorrow just to be sure.
If the lung cancer kills me during the night Suzanne, you can have my Magic The Gathering cards.
Update: That was depressing... Here's a picture of a Robot with a Rainbow to cheer you up.
