So, I've been all whining and stuff about my whooping cough, which I might want to mention COMPLETELY SUCKS. And last night I had another one of those terrifying coughs that sent me to the ER last Monday night, and although it wasn't quite as scary since I didn't panic like I did the first time, it still scared the crap out of me and left me feeling exhausted and shakey and cold.

So, tonight I found this file on the web, a sound file of an adult with whooping cough. vlredreign  and happier_bunny  don't need to hear it since both of them were traumatized hearing it over the phone (note to self: talking on phone to fangirls causes coughing), but if you feel your life will not be complete without hearing it, it's here.

Just sharing the joy.

PS, I'll post the next chapter of Shadow of the Gods in the morning, please pretend to care. ;)

Love,

Xie

It was not bronchitis, gentle readers. No... brace yourselves, because apparently I am, indeed, ten years old:

I have WHOOPING COUGH.

My amusement at this news knows no bounds. Tragically, my ability to take in enough oxygen to sustain life does. I ended up at the ER last night, after scaring the crap out of poor vlredreign who got to listen to me gasping during a phone call rant over bad!fic.

At first at the ER they were all like okay, well, here's a nebulizer, suck on this for a while la la la, and then my doctor actually heard me cough (after I'd been there for three hours), and when I regained consciousness stopped coughing, she had this odd look on her face.

"What?" I wheezed.

"You have whooping cough."

I just looked at her. "Huh?" (I am brilliant, kthnx.)

She nodded. "Pertussis. Whooping cough."

Since I'm v v fond of continuing to breathe, I'm curled up in bed with a laptop and Season Four. Presumably seeing Brian tenderly worry about Justin during the Pink Posse arc and then seeing Justin shove the spoon down Brian's throat tenderly feed him fucking chicken soup will cure me. If not that, seeing Brian gasp and wheeze on the Liberty Ride will do it if, that is, his bad helmet hair doesn't kill me.

Please note I am not disabling comments, as I'm awash in self-pity and lots and lots of suggestions for things that might make me feel better and expressions of awe at how I managed to post such a brilliant chapter of Pulse Point while I was basically almost getting no oxygen to my brain AT ALL are welcome.

Love,

Xie