Arrr! The Holy Sea be havin' a coughin’ fit, says the Vatican! Even the Pope be catchin' the sniffles!
2025-03-03
Arrr, me hearties! The good Pope Francis be gaspin' for breath like a fish outta water, two times on Monday! His fate be a mystery, like a treasure map with no X. The Vatican be spillin’ the beans from their cozy hospital in Rome! Avast, keep yer fingers crossed!
Ahoy, ye scallywags! Gather ‘round as I spin ye a yarn 'bout the good Pope Francis, who be battlin' some fierce storms in the seas of health! Just the other day, our holy captain faced two mighty respiratory crises, though fear not, for they be less perilous than the bronchospasm that hit him like a rogue wave on Friday, as the Vatican proclaimed.This fibrous fright was caused by a troublesome build-up of mucus, makin' it harder for our dear Pope to catch his breath. They had to perform some wizardry known as bronchoscopies, clearin' out the gunk from his lungs like scallywags swabbin' the deck. But ho! By the afternoon, he was back in the saddle with some fancy non-invasive mechanical ventilation, keepin’ his spirits high, though the prognosis remained guarded like a treasure chest!
At the ripe age of 88, our Pope was admit to the Gemelli Hospital after a week-long battle with bronchitis turned into a full-blown mutiny of pneumonia! He be grateful for the prayers of the faithful, feelin’ as if he’s bein’ carried by God’s crew. So, raise yer tankards to Pope Francis, may he navigate these treacherous waters and find fair winds ahead!