The best part of having pneumonia has been all the stories people tell me. “Oh, yeah, my friend so-and-so had that, he was in the hospital for 6 months.” “Oh, yeah, my friend’s buddy’s relative had that, he died.” I’m starting to feel like I’ve joined a really weird club.
“Actually, you told me never to talk to strangers. I think I’d better follow that advice.”
Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong? Why do most men hate fuzzy toilet seat covers?
A Short List of Things You Should and Shouldn’t Do When You Have Pneumonia. Becase I want to leave the world a better place, in case I don’t see tomorrow. I want to leave a trail of more than breadcrumbs, should you, dear reader, ever have to follow in these unfortunate footsteps – I want to leave a trail of light bulbs, of something that will light your path in the darkness.
The only thing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge is a blogger with pneumonia.