sucks to your ass-mar

I've been sick recently. Lots of phlegm. Lots of wheezing. Some hoarse little coughs when I try and breathe too deeply. A bit of that foggy but removed clarity of presence, the kind that makes you feel just a little too aware of your surroundings, like you can't quite convince yourself you're there. And some aching.

So I went to the doctor today and he prescribed lots of drugs, especially after my peak flow reading was half of what it should be. Peak flow measures how fast you can push air out of your lungs, and I can't push it out very fast.

But I've never been able to push it out very fast, and it hasn't really been a big deal, so long as I could suck it in ok. But new doctors don't know this and thus tend to prescribe things I don't really want to ingest. But seeing as medical types now have a more pronounced say over my life, I'll probably ingest them just the same.

The title is a lord of the flies quote, in case your sophomore high school english class didn't require it.