Originally Posted by Tumor

So for the past couple of weeks everyone has been all OH MY GOD TUMOR YOUR COUGH IS SO BAD YOU'RE SO SICK WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GO TO A DOCTOR YOU HAVE LUNG DISEASE YOUR MUCUS IS GREEN ARE YOU LOOKING AT YOUR MUCUS OH MY GOD TUMOR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE GO TO A DOCTOR TUMOR YOUR FATHER DIDN'T GO TO A DOCTOR EITHER OH MY GOD TUMOR YOU'RE GONNA DIE.
And I've been pretty chill about it, thinking that I could shake whatever it is by taking Benadryl every night and carrying around tissues. (BTW, taking two Benadryls and smoking three bowls makes for an especially lethal concoction. I dreamed that I was taming elephants in the African Savannah with a pool noodle that night.) But after all these only children that had spent their childhoods with people who flipped their shits every time they got a cold impressed upon me that I was dying or something, I convinced my very busy mother to take me to the doctor. And I sat in that waiting room thinking that I was going to be told that I had weeks to live.

But I just have bronchitis.