Dearest immune system,
Hi, It's Allison. Remember me? The body in which you live. I think about now is a great time to talk about the apparent upset you feel inside of me. For the past two weeks you have failed me. I lost my voice somewhere after Thanksgiving and then you failed to fight off a nasty, hacking cough. (It's still lingering by the way.)
From there, it's pretty much been downhill. After thinking you'd come in to save the day, you failed again when I was coughing so hard I apparently injured my left ribs. Sweet, again, not cool.
After hoping you'd come to my rescue, I caved and made a doctor appointment. Not just any doctor appointment but an appointment that led to five prescriptions and a chest x-ray. Did I mention the medicine alone cost $80? (Yep, there goes someone's Christmas present. Hint Hint, BF.)
Anyway, it seems that the inhaler, steroids, cough syrup with codeine and two antibiotics can't fight off the cold either. So before I develop strep throat, which I feel coming on, I'd really appreciate it if you decided to kick back into action and save me from more doctor appointments, honey/lemon tea and a waste basket full of Kleenex.