By Matty King
Pro Procrastinator
My name is Matthew King.
On March 13, 2016, I coughed.
Finishing off a three-day stint with a cold, some symptoms still remained. Of a few, the most prominent was a dry cough that arose from deep inside of me. Uncontrollable at times, I would feel an itch that would turn into a prickling sensation which would erupt into a room-captivating bark.
I was a slave to it.
On March 13, I was lying on the couch, stretching my back after a long run– something I do often– usually after five hours at the gym where I work out a lot.
I work out a lot. Constantly.
Anyway, I was lying on my back and I knew. I felt it coming a mile away. It made its way up my throat, rang the doorbell, and after hours of denying its existence, I finally let it start the journey.
While it traveled through my body, I called for my mother, father, and sister to come and sit around me. We held hands, cried a bit, but mostly stayed positive. A moment that I will never forget: a short cough escaped my lips, capturing my family’s attention for a quick second before they went on their merry ways.
I sat back on the couch, content and proud, and returned to stretching because I work out so often.
