Today, there were several times when I would cough up flem/lugee/whatever you call it. And I just thought..."I coughed that shit up, thus there is less of it in my body". It had a purpose. It played its small role in me eventually getting better. Not like other shit, "I go to school, thus I learned and became smarter".
Seriously though, I how sad is it that I'm so desperate for meaning, that see it in my fever.