That Nasty Backstabber

Rolf the Cough, the traitor, has transmuted to, you guessed it, pneumonia. I felt so awful last night. I couldn't get a breath...was actually feeling sort of panicked. So, though it seemed somewhat better today, I thought I'd better get myself checked out. So off we went to Patient First. One chest x-ray later I'm sent home with cough syrup, prednisone and antibiotics. Whole little goody bag. Here's to feeling better someday!