I think I have bronchitis. I'm not exactly sure what that feels like, but I do know that I've mastered the art of slow, precise breathing so as not to feel the wrath of my lungs, which seem to have found super powers that can throw me to the ground in a fit of pure pain at any given moment. Also, if you've lost a car recently, there happens to be one parked on my chest. You can come pick it up whenever you like, as I don't particularly care for having a large vehicle parked on my chest. There's a small amount of pain involved in that.
And to add to all this fun, I still have no voice. Perhaps I shall consider calling a doctor, soon.
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