A plea...

Dear Bronchitis,

You can go away now. You've done enough, really.

I've spent enough money on OTC drugs to keep me somewhat functional and cancelled enough social plans to satisfy you. Plus, because of you, I just don't have the energy to clean my filthy apartment OR dig out my Christmas decorations -- come on! It's the holidays! I need a little holiday cheer around here! I slept eleven hours last night and all I want to do now is go back to bed.

Be gone. Please. Please?

Thanks,
Terry