No, I haven't died yet. But there's been a few times in the last few days that it sounded tempting. But I have been thoroughly whipped by this respiratory infection. I'vebeen coughing almost constantly, my voice is pretty much shot (I barely made it through classes today), and I've been spiking fevers (I hit a hundred and one yesterday). So, it only took me a week to decide to see a doctor ( I see her at 4:30 today, and I'm looking forward to getting some quality drugs).
So why did I wait so long? Part of it was that I was hoping it would clear up on its own. Part of it was not wanting to take the time. But mostly because I'm a guy, dammit.
We are a stubborn and prideful bunch.