Posted on April 13, 2004 in Pulmonary
The deadly sin of sloth will kill me yet. Yesterday and today, I felt tired for no reason that I could detect other than wheezing and a cough. I took a hit of Ventolin which gave me the jitters, but relieved the cough. Regretfully, I asked Lynn to cancel our anniversary dinner date with my mother. When she called and said that I was sick, my mother said “Because I am coming?”
Sigh. I can see myself on my deathbed dying of one of the more painful forms of cancer. She will stand there and say “Is this because you don’t want to hang the pictures on my wall?”