I HAVE PNEUMONIA!
FEEL BAD FOR ME!
Despite some pathetic attempts to promote the news that I have PNEUMONIA, it seems like nobody really cares. I'm using exclamation marks! I'm whining! I'm putting it on Facebook! I'm making phone calls! I'm expending energy that I can't afford to lose!
Gene, my fiance, wouldn't even take me to Urgent Care when I woke up with wheezing and coughing and hysteria. I drove myself there, and when I got home, he went snowboarding.
I know that modern medicine has made it almost certain that I won't die from this condition, but I still want to know: What the fuck happened to pneumonia's alarming edge?
If you need me, I'll be in my bed, feeling sorry for myself.