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...outbreak? One theory is that wild waterfowl (the natural hosts of avian-flu viruses) have spread the virus while migrating across Asia. Live-bird markets may also have played a key role in spreading avian flu, with domesticated poultry excreting the virus, for at least 10 days, in their mucus and feces...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Just The Facts | 2/2/2004 | See Source »

...have to linger over the list of symptoms in that part of the chart to try to project them on to my offspring. The baby + phlegm cocktail is one of the most brutal for mothers. Once stricken, infant nasal passages are so small that any mucus makes their breathing sound like Darth Vader in the final stages of emphysema. You keep wishing: "if it only it could be me who has the cold, instead of her." And before you know it, presto...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: When Whooping Cough Attacks | 2/13/2002 | See Source »

...told him a joke involving mucus,” Keillor deadpanned to the crowd. “The timing was perfect.... I made our class intellectual exhale tapioca, great noodles of tapioca...

Author: By Andrew S. Holbrook, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Honor Society Inducts New Members | 6/6/2001 | See Source »

...without a full night's sleep, James Elliott curses at the sound of a banging spoon. Then he remembers why he listens for it in the first place: it means his mother Ella can't breathe. Leaping to her bedside, James grabs a suctioning device and calmly pulls the mucus from his mother's tracheotomy tube, as he has every two hours since Ella, 73, was diagnosed with terminal throat cancer in April. "I don't know what I'd do without him," Ella silently mouths. The tube, which enables her to breathe, has robbed her of her voice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Five Stories: In Their Last Days On This Earth | 9/18/2000 | See Source »

...first I blamed the nasty cold that I had caught earlier that week. I went to UHS the next day claiming a persistent hacking cough, mucus-filled throat and inability to mock others. They told me I was on my period (Haha! See? Now why can't I do that with I-bankers?). Later I realized the truth: I was afraid. I was afraid of the enraged horde of budding consultants that would inevitably knock down my door, shouting invectives and threatening to stab me with their PalmPilot Styluses. I was afraid that a mob of investment bankers would conspire...

Author: By Richard D. Ma, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Endpaper: Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? | 12/9/1999 | See Source »

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