Another Reason It Sucks Coming Home

I sign my own death certificate basically everytime I step foot in this city. Something in the air (my sis thinks it's mold) gets in my respiratory system and puts me near death. It happens annually. So that's a major downside to coming home since coming home will generally involve me laying in bed coughing, sneezing, and blowing my nose for days on end. And it also makes me relatively anti-social as well. Not good times. Not at all.