What A Ship Dit

(Recently, a number of things have thrown me into ill health. Caring for a dog for a few days exacerbates my allergy problems. I chat routinely with a really nice guy from Tehran. I tell him of a planned doctor visit for my problems.)

Friend: “You are having a fitting cough?”

(I think, “No, dip s***, it’s not ‘fitting’ for anyone. I would only wish this on my worst enemies.” At that moment, I try to cough up a lung. I am in enough agony that I think about saying something I might regret to a nice friend. Then it dawns on me:)

Me: “You mean a coughing fit?”

Friend: “Yes, that’s it.”

(Isn’t language fun?)