That ain’t a morning. That’s a late night.Morning all.
Morning all.
That's also around the same time that I wake up for work Monday through FridayThat ain’t a morning. That’s a late night.
Morning.
I think I've turned the corner on this bout of bronchitis. I still feel like a truck hit me but my head is a little less stuffed and I'm not coughing uncontrollably this morning.
It's the little things in life, I suppose.
Morning.
I think I've turned the corner on this bout of bronchitis. I still feel like a truck hit me but my head is a little less stuffed and I'm not coughing uncontrollably this morning.
It's the little things in life, I suppose.
The last thing I need is for the bronchitis to turn into pneumonia. I've had pneumonia about a dozen times in my life and it's nearly killed me more than once. So, yeah, I take this stuff pretty seriously. After I run out for some more meds this morning, it's back to bed for me....that's a miserable ailment.
It really is unbelievable. These folks are just barely even commentators, (only because there are making a comment, however stupid!).The other night I was watching the local new (Austin) and the commentator as they are no longer Journalists, was reporting and his exact words were "Austin had it's 54 th traffic fatality resulting in 54 deaths ". I mean really has there ever been a traffic fatality that didn't result in death. I don't think they even know what they are saying they just read it off the teleprompter rather it makes any sense or not. Its what news has become I guess.
Good deal, my last bout of bronchitis turned into pneumonia and I nearly died because I hate hospitals.Morning.
I think I've turned the corner on this bout of bronchitis. I still feel like a truck hit me but my head is a little less stuffed and I'm not coughing uncontrollably this morning.
It's the little things in life, I suppose.