Some sort of chest crud. No fever. No loss of smell or taste. Just a bunch of crud in my chest that I can't cough up. I'm on musinex right now. And the military wants to give me a test to see if I have the Hong Kong Fluey.
Yeah. Even if it says positive? I don't have it. Natural immunity, baby, coupled with the fact that those tests show positive for damn near anything. Wave it in the air, test it, it comes back positive. But I get my brain poked for Uncle Sam.
So I get to lay on the couch and watch a movie. Yay.
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