Here I am, laying in bed and waiting for the day to end.
If you’re anything care about me, you have not been having the best time this summer. To be completely fair, I cannot say that I ever have the best summers. In fact, the season is usually marked by some kind of horrible illness that puts myself and others in bed for a few weeks. I noticed this pattern in my early twenties when my respiratory plan would quickly take a horrible turn for the worst. I couldn’t understand why I would have such horrible breathing concerns, with continual congestion, cough, and sneezing. Oftentimes the respiratory infection becomes so terrible that I wind up with flu and dust sensitivity symptoms for the rest of the season. And for many years I was actually baffled about how the summertime led to these horrible respiratory failures. That is, until I lived without any air conditioner a single summer. Suddenly, without the current cooling plan turning away in the background all the time, I was able to breathe easily. That’s when I noticed that my respiratory distress was directly connected to the amount of air conditioner I was experiencing. Well, now I suppose care about I have an explanation for a single of my great mysteries… But I don’t suppose care about I actually have a solution. Short of replacing my traditional AC unit with a swamp cooling device, I am trapped here. The cool dry air from my AC unit just kills my lungs and nose… but the heat and humidity will kill the rest of my body.