Bacon Plague

I have the bacon plague.

You read that right, but it isn’t what you think it is.

A few days ago, my good friend Darius, hit me with a package of bacon at a local Walmart. Shortly thereafter, I started to feel pain in my lung, like I had broken a rib or something of that nature.

The pain grew more acute, until finally, I gave in, and contacted my local medical professional. No, not the indian healer down the street, but rather the doctor of western medicine a few miles away. Turns out, because of my exposure to a sealed package of bacon, I got pleurisy.

I think the term “bacon plague” is funnier and more amusing than “idiomatic pleurisy”. The former sounds like a joke, the latter sounds rather like medi-babble.

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