And I am mute. I do not like to sound like hoarse Marge Simpson, I do not. I mean c'mon immune system! Quit being a little bitch making me wait for you to do your job - get it together!
And I cough. Oh how I cough. And when I do so in public, everybody stares me down like I've just eaten a baby's face.
I need a blanket for my insides.
And I look like I belong on nightmare before Christmas. If boys make direct eye contact with me, their penis may actually turn to stone.