Hacker

Over the last few weeks folks have been dropping around me like flies in an insecticide factory. Not dropping dead, but succumbing to the 'bug', the dreaded winter cold. All day long you could hear the coughing, hacking, and choking of the infected, but I continued to go my merry way, totally free of this plague. Every where I went somebody would be missing, and when you asked what happened to them the answer would always be, "Sick, out sick."
Well that all ended this past weekend. It started with a little tickle at the back of my throat, and slowly built up to a racking cough. Uncontrollable coughing jags that would ultimately end up in a gigantic phlegm ball popping up from deep in my lungs. It seems to be subsiding as of Monday, and the green balls of sputum are growing increasingly smaller. I'm just glad it never moved up into my sinuses, and I didn't have to suffer the watery eyes, sneezing, and rivers of snot that come with a head cold. I am so lucky.