crook

i'm crook. bronchitis.

the doctor told me this. as an asthmatic i was a bit 'blah, whateves'.

I googled it – swollen, gunk-filled airtubes. less air makes it to your lungs. ok, i've got antibiotics, i'll be good. better get back to work.

i told my manager, she then spent 10 mins telling me how sick her brother and mother got with bronchitis.

i mentioned it to my client, they looked at me aghast and told me to get home to bed, bronchitis could turn into 'much, much worse'. pleurisy even.

I told my colleague, he's man of few words, on this occasion those few words were 'you should be home in bed, not here'.

i'm now home. off work. thinking... when did i become so blaze about not being able to breathe properly?