So what does this have to do with the virus I came down with over the holidays? Well, that illness triggered my asthma, and about a week after I got sick I developed shivery lungs and a hacking cough that kept me up several nights in a row. I upped my steroid inhaler to the maximum allowed dose, started taking my rescue inhaler every four hours, and eventually dragged myself to the urgent care clinic down the street. The doc diagnosed me with bronchitis and put me on prednisone and a cough suppressant. Even with that drug cocktail—and my inhalers—I continued to cough so hard for the next couple of days that I completely lost my voice and, I think, bruised a rib. Still, there was one bright point: the doctor said I didn’t have pneumonia.