I list one of my hobbies on my CV as getting bronchitis, thanks to living in a house and driving in a car with a mother who smoked a carton a day. She smoked so much that near the end of her life she had oxygen in the house and her Directv remote had multiple cigarette burns. How her house didn't burn down is one of those things I can only attribute to blind luck.
I'm at the point now that I'm almost at the point where I can call my doctors office and -- callback to an earlier thread -- they know I need antibiotics, albuterol, and benzonate.