Feline Warrior

The doctor said that I’ve got a virus in my lungs. It wasn’t until I got home, napped, got up from the nap, wandered the house, that I thought “what the hell does that mean?!”

I think this might be what we’re looking at: www.medicinenet.com/respiratory_syncytial_virus/article.htm.

That is, “The respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) is a virus that causes mild respiratory infections such as colds and coughs in adults but in young children can produce severe pulmonary diseases including bronchiolitis and pneumonia.”

I don’t have bronchitis or pneumonia. I do feel -even more today- like my lungs are weighte balloons. And tired. I don’t even have the energy to let out a yelp of discomfort. So, in my saintlike way, I am suffering silently. (Just the tap-tap-tap of the keys…)

Woe is me and
I am woe.
We, woe and me, are one.
Would there be a race
between woe and me
Woe would have surely won.