It’s Day 22 of The Cough. And I’m going to have a bloody good moan about it. I cough day and night. I’ve drunk two bottles of cough mixture and have a discarded one that I dare not touch again. It promised a night’s sleep. I got sixteen hours and another 24 zombie like ones. My ribs hurt, my back hurts, every effing thing hurts. Even my dignity. After years of pelvic floor exercising I’ve had to revert to Tena Lady. Yes, my hacking is that bad.
The LSO is OK during daylight hours but coughs during the night and we can’t seem to synchronise it. He’s quiet, I bark. I am quiet for a few moments and he hacks away. This was the reason why I suggested, only half jokingly, that we had a suicide pact. Well, it was 4am and we all know that no decisions should be made at that time of the morning.
I watch crap television into the early hours and until my eyelids droop but then only get approximately three hours sleep each night. I look a hundred years old and I am fed up.
Please read this and forget it. PLEASE don’t tell me honey and lemon will work, or an inhalation of whatever or suggest I sip any sort of concoction. Nothing works. But this moan has done me good. I know a lot of people have this Three Week (and more) Cough so do feel free to leave a moaning comment.