Almost as soon as we arrived back home in High Plains City, my coughing (which had been rather subdued, but persistent while dealing with Footslogger's crisis) elevated itself to a much higher plane. So yesterday I took myself off to see my local nurse practitioner, get a prescription for some antibiotics and -- as an exciting bonus -- a bronchial inhaler. Yes, that's right. Bronchitis. Lovely. It seems that bronchitis will now be an annual event for me.
If anyone can give me advice on how to catch a cold and NOT have it turn into bronchitis, I would be happy to hear it.