I know you're not very good at doing things in the mornings, and I really am sorry about getting you up and out of the house at such an early hour today. Believe me, I don't like getting ready to leave before the sun is properly up any more than you do. But really, did you have to start wheezing? #^*~!%& wheezing?!? There I was, walking at our normal pace, and suddenly my lungs start making noises like a dying animal and I have to turn around back home--why the heck did you do that, exactly? Okay, sure, maybe that coughing in the shower was your attempt at a warning, but you have ways to slow me down gracefully without making me stop suddenly gasping for breath. I must say, I am not well pleased with you right now.
Rescheduled appointment: Later this week. In the afternoon. You had better be ready. And in the meantime, I'd like a fully functioning pair of lungs, thank you very much.
Rescheduled appointment: Later this week. In the afternoon. You had better be ready. And in the meantime, I'd like a fully functioning pair of lungs, thank you very much.
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