There was a war going on in my lungs...

...were billions upon billions of bacteria locked in a tennis ball-sized ball of slime were waging a submarine war in a sea of fluid and slime and fought this war for three months.

The bacteria army refused to give up. But they lost. The white blood cell army won the battle, at least this time, without too much damage, and the submarine sank to the bottom.

But this ball-like submarine is innate; I was born whit a small blob of bacteria army, but it has never made an attack before, until now. Never heard of such a strange thing. Being born with bacterial cysts in the lungs; which under certain circumstances can grow and make a person so sick that it can become serious.

But now it has sunk to the bottom; where it lays dormant whit what is left of the crew, and hopefully, it will stay that way until the end of my days.

Hopefully not to be continued...