Cross your fingers
Wednesday morning my father goes in to the hospital for even more tests to find out just what's going on in his lungs. My mother will be there with him all day. They can't seem to figure out why his otherwise healthy body is behaving as if he has pneumonia. I hope they can identify what's going on this time.
Meanwhile, I still have my own sorry, persistent cough which is nothing more than just annoying both to myself and co-workers. I keep thinking there's something environmental going on with so many people here have breathing problems.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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