Bronchitis...

That's what I have, according to the doctor I saw yesterday. She was wearing fake leopard-skin pants, so I'm not sure I should trust her.

Here are my symptoms: a chest full of shit, which rattles when disturbed; EEEXXTTTRRREEEMMMEEE fatigue. I told her, "I've haven't felt this exhausted since I had brain surgery" which caused her to whip around and finally direct her attention from the computer screen to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Satisfied with my explanation--oh, a mere aneurysm--she went back to the computer and tap-tap-tapped in the prescriptions which went directly to the drug store, without even a by-your-leave or mother-may-I to me.

This is medicine by computer and those I bow to none in my love of geek gear, I think it sucks. It enables efficiency while disabling patient care. I feel a major rant about this coming on, but right now, I'm too TTTIIRREEDDD.