Yep. I'm awake. Go fig? I've had enough cough syrup to knock out an elephant, but I'm still awake. Prolly has something to do with still coughing. I've decided I want a lung transplant. Heck, better yet, make it a full immune system transplant. Give the Hbomb one, too, while we're at it.
I am soooooooooooooooo sick of coughing. The last 3 days, I've even coughed so hard as to cause myself to hurl. While driving. Wow, that's fun. I don't think I'm getting better. Thank goodness for nothing to do tomorrow except watch the Packers whoop up on the Giants.
Ya know that thin piece of wax-like paper stuff in a kazoo that makes it buzz? I feel like I have that just beneath my larynx. When I lie down to sleep, I sound like I've got a recorder in my chest. A really cheap recorder, too. The kind they used to pass out in grade school that never kept good pitch because it'd been dropped so many times. All buzzy in the chest. I guess it's better than having a fuzzy chest.
Okay, that's it for now. Take care people. And wash your hands!
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I totally remember those recorders! Gosh, what pieces of crap those were. I'm at work now, and getting evil why-are-you-here-today- glares while coughing. Fark. Hope the doc gives you some good drugs lady.
Megan says-
Dang sickies! Chug some Emergen-c and pop Airborne like its skittles- that's what finally got me past it all.
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