Oz’s House of the Evil Dead

Well, won’t you lend your lungs to me?
Mine are collapsing
Plant my feet and bitterly breathe
Up the time that’s passing.
Breath I’ll take and breath I’ll give
Pray the day ain’t poison
Stand among the ones that live
In lonely indecision.

So, a dropbear didn’t actually attack me, just evil horrible viruses (virii?). My back started hurting the other day, it got progressively worse, and then Sunday night I was having trouble breathing. Monday morning I headed off to the doctor, he had a listen, got a weird look and sent me off to get a mask attached to my face and a mixture of oxygen and ventolin pumped into me. After about 10 minutes of that, he told me to take some drugs, and to go to a hospital if the lack of breathing got any worse. I laughed at his joke, he was serious.

After spending most of Monday laying around catching up on Family Guy episodes I hadn’t watched, I noticed that my breathing wasn’t getting any easier, and infact was actually now making an audible wheezing noise every time I exhaled. Apparently my breathing could get worse without me actually stopping breathing…

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