If I had a blackboard, I would write the following one hundred times as penance:
I will not tempt fate by making fun of Beijing’s air pollution and anyone suffering from a related upper-respiratory condition.
I somehow angered the Gods of Irony last weekend. I wrote about Beijing’s “Airpocalypse” several times, then thought it would be a good idea to exercise on a day when the air resembled pea soup. By that night, I was experiencing a mild itching in the back of my throat, followed shortly thereafter by various and sundry other symptoms over the ensuing seven days.
This week has not been fun at all. I think I’ve learned a valuable lesson.