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This is what my mom told me. When I was a baby, I was chubby. Sometime between the age of one and two, I suddenly got ill. I had really bad diarrhea and a high fever. The symptoms didn't go away after a few days so my mom took me to the hospital. But since it was a weekend they closed and wouldn't let her in until Monday. Mind you, this was back in the 80's Vietnam, the country had gone through a horrible war just a decade before and was still recovering. Any way, once my mom got me inside the hospital, the doctors told her that she should have brought me in earlier (ironic yes?) because my condition was really bad and I might've died if was admitted later. Whatever I had, it made me lose a lot of weight. I got skinny by the time it's over and has stayed that way since.
The sickest time I do remember was this past spring when my friend and roommate had a cough and spread it to me. He was able to recover within a week but it took me over a month to get rid of it. At its worst I coughing day and night. My throat got really sore because I coughed so much. Had a lot of phlegm and some times bloody phlegm due to all the coughing, and nose bleed and bloody mucus from the nose. Medicine didn't seem to help. Then again I didn't take it properly either so it's probably my fault.
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Him: Ok, I have to ask, what do you believe?
Me: Shit happens.
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