Dearest lungs of mine,
Please know that in this I mean no offense. I know you are doing your job, and I greatly appreciate your efforts to clear out the remains of my Thanksgiving illness.
I just wanted to let you know that I’m very much looking forward to the moment when I can take a deep breath without a murderous fit of coughing that leads me to believe that you are trying to escape my body.
I’m really not the jealous type. Just a bit possessive. That’s all.