Barkerburgh

I hate this. I usually get my winter cold around Christmas.

It started in my head, just sniffles and a light fever. Manageable, I thought.

Then it dropped to my chest a few days ago. When that happens I can expect violent coughing spasms in the middle of the night, or even if I just laugh wrong during a TV show.

Two nights now, I’ve woken up twice in the middle of the night coughing uncontrollably for two or three minutes at a time, and I mean coughing uncontrollably, maybe one horse bark a second sometimes. When I was similarly ill several years ago, twice in one night, the attacks lasted for about half an hour and both times when the coughing finally stopped, I couldn’t draw a breath; my diaphragm was seized up or spasmed or some damn thing and all I could think of was that I have about two minutes to fix this, looking around for a good solid chairback to semi-hemi-demi-Heimlich myself. Twice. Jeezes.

Two nights ago it was so bad that my ribcage and stomach actually hurt now.

I feel lousy and I hate everybody and everything.

Rrrr.

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