Try as I may to muster, the juice just doesn`t come. |
During a recent interview with an emergency room doctor here in my hometown, I was informed that yicky-sickys, such as my latest ailment, could be largely prevented if my brother would just cover his cough, for crying out loud.
Brother Patrick, who was recently treated for a nasty coughy plus ear infection with fever, has been covering only an estimated 40% of his coughing instances. According to statements made by the doctor I visited tonight, that is less than half of the coughs he should have covered.
Authorities in our household assert that there has always been a policy in place to provide for coughs to be blocked, but admit the policy is sometimes tricky to enforce.
The doctors and nurses performed all kinds of strange experiments on me, like listening to my chest and back with a cold hunk of steel umbilically connected to the doctor's head. They also looked in my ears and mouth with some sort of coal miner's light thing-dingy. These people claim to be trained professionals, but I think they're just goofing around.
I even had to have my first X-Ray, which I thought would be totally cool, but it wasn't. Yep, my chest had fluid. After all that, they said they had to take my temperature. I wasn't sweating it so I let myself fall asleep in my room. Though I didn't wake up when they came in to take my temperature, I did have the most peculiar and unsettling dream… I just don't wish to talk about it.
While an oversight committee is being formed to determine if Brother knew his actions were in violation of the Living Room Code of Conduct (LRCC), I am sadly stuck weathering this sickly ride out for better or for worse. So far, only the "worse" has surfaced.
Above: "There he is, officer, he's the one who coughed all over me and made me the wreck you see before you."
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