In a moment of temporary insanity, I mowed the grass last week.  This despite knowing that I have raging allergies to only two things in this world – cats and grass.   The resulting bronchitis has left me with coughing fits that bring my co-workers to the door of my office with concern.

So, to alleviate their distress and provide a quiet work environment for my employees, I am standing the the cold medicine aisle of my local Target, perusing my choices of cough suppressants.  In the process of contemplation, I have a coughing fit that literally drives me to my knees.

Picture if you will, a woman outstretched on the linoleum, one hand grasping in futility toward the Hall’s Mentholyptus, barking like a seal.

Yep.  It was exactly like that.

Pity me.