Lung cookies

[emsk]

Last night, I curled into bed, and started coughing. Uncontrollably, unstoppably, miserably coughing. Feverish, chilly, tired – and every time I started to relax a little, I coughed again. Painfully.

The night became rather a blur, in the end, of coughing and being miserable. I coughed more-or-less non-stop until about midnight. I was feverish. I ended up crying.

This is me. Stubborn, independent, bolshey. I don’t do that when I’m sick, I soldier on. Thus how I’ve gone to work at all in the last week. For me to cry, I must have been miserable indeed.

I don’t even remember all of it.

It took till 4am for me to have coughed up enough lung-goop to be able to sleep properly.

This morning, I visited the GP. I have a lung infection, and inflamed sinuses. I’m on strong doses of antibiotics for 10 days. I’m off work for, at minimum, another 3 days.

Sigh.

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