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I had fuck-ass bad pneumonia once: usually the x-rays will show an infection mass in one lobe of one lung. I had pneumonia in all the lobes of both lungs. High fever, puking my guts out, then into the hospital, where I discovered that I have a sensitivity to a certain kind of standard treatment for pneumonia, that they deliver through IV, and it felt like my whole arm and shoulder were on fire for hours at a time, until they figured out a better antibiotic for me. My doctor cheerfully told me how lucky I was, since if I'd had this sixty years ago, it would've killed me in a week or two. Then back to my parents' house to recover for a month and a half.
That said, I did also have to get my gall bladder removed some years ago, and while I wasn't sick, per se, nor was the recovery time so long, it hurt like hell's own bitch. The gall stone was apparently huge. Getting hit in the nads with a bad bounce from a ground ball, even getting kicked in the nads, was nothing compared to how much that hurt. My mom, who'd had the same thing happen to her years before, told me after I got mine out that hers had hurt worse than childbirth. That was bad.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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