You try to do the right thing..

I went to the doctor yesterday. It was my day to get poked and prodded and bled. Blood work and my Pulmonary Function Test (big words that mean "a test to see how my lungs work"). Turns out that my lungs work just fine, excepting my asthma of course. I have a lovely bruise from the blood removal. And I got sick. The stupid lung test got me sick.

Ok, I should explain the lung test. It's this apparatus attached to a computer that measures my breathing to see how my lungs work. I'm told to breathe in different ways; normally, deep inhale and exhale, sharp inhale, sharp exhale, and so on and so forth. At one point, it shot a burst of oxygen into my lungs, which I was then to blow out in a sustained exhale. I'm guessing that that's when I got the lung thingie.

It started last night. The wheezing, the weird tickle in my lungs, the hacking cough. These things do not a good night's sleep make. All night and all day today I've been plagued with achey lungs. I've had to use my inhalers to breathe slightly better.

Doctors are the root of all evil.