Tailmon wrote:
That day I went in feeling like I was trying to hack up a lung. I made it through the shift and of course they had me scheduled up for another twelve hour shift the next day. I really felt bad but still went in. My Co workers realized I was sick and put me in the control room. All I wanted to do was sit. But, one of the door switch's was broken and I had to get up and up and up to open it.
This will be the start to my first sci-fi/horror novel.
Seriously though, hope you get well soon. I had a bad case of the 'alcohol & friends' the other day and my uvula* puffed out to the point I had trouble swalloing, swollen throats ain't fun. Cheap whisky is cheap for a reason, I suppose though. It can't have been the 3 million drunken ciggies.
*Yeah, I looked up the name. Saying 'swollen dangly bit' didn't seem right in a Tailmon post. /lurker