
"Boss said you look haggard....." 2nd boss said to me on Tuesday.
"Really? Is that obvious? Awh.. aweful. Yes, my asthma is killing me."
"Do you want to go to A&E for a Neb?" She suggested.
"Nope, I've got my own 'trumpet' here.. " Showing off my newly bought Ventolin inhaler.
"Better be careful, if you collapse nobody can lift you! Hahahahaha!!" She joked.
"Yeah, rrright, ahahahahaha..... " - no offense. I'm so used to it. You know, being teased like that everyday. What a lame life.
My cold had cause the asthma attack these three days. I lose my appetite to eat, which is good! But in order to take drugs, I musn't let my tummy empty. I feel like falling asleep in front of my PC, how good it would be.

You know what?
I am now craving for a bowl of mushroom soup with French bread.
Soft bread dip in hot, thick and creamy soup...
Divine!
*I'm still sick obviously.
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