You know that flu that’s been making the rounds? Yeah. I can now vouch for just how crappy this bug can make you feel. The sinus pressure was bad enough that I was fantasizing about removing my own eyes with a spoon in order to gain some relief.
Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration. But only slight.
Two nights ago, the sinus pressure eased, as the crud in them began to shift into my chest. Of course, this presented its own set of issues.
Imagine, I’m in the guest room trying to sleep (because I’m bound and determined that I will NOT give this crap to MBH). I lay down and try to take a deep, relaxing breath before sleeping, and the rattle from inside my chest causes me to start coughing. And I mean, the deep, gut wrenching cough that makes you think your abs are about to leave your body by way of your esophagus.
After fighting it for a bit, I decide to sit up and watch a bit of late-night television. A few minutes later, the rattle subsides, the coughing stops, and I lay back down. Within about thirty seconds, the rattling begins again, which brings on another bout of coughing. I sit up again, and guess what? Yep, everything calms down again.
Lay down, rattle, cough. Sit back up, cough stops, rattle stops, I begin to drift off.
After about three hours of this, my coughing was interspersed with considerable cursing. And as I established in an earlier post, I really don’t cuss that much. That night was an exception. By midnight, I was frustrated. By one o’clock, I was exhausted. By two o’clock, I was coughing and cussing and punching my pillow as if it was its fault that I couldn’t find a position or angle that would allow me to sleep without the incessant and irritating noise from within. I think I finally succumbed to the exhaustion around three AM.
If not for the fact that I was so frustrated and tired, the whole situation might have been funny. In the wee hours of a frustratingly restless morning, I found absolutely zero humor in the situation.
Needless to say, I’ve gotten very little writing done over the last week, though. Yes, I’m beginning to feel better. Actually, I’m almost feeling normal again. The rattle is beginning to subside, and I was able to get a relatively decent night’s sleep last night. Tomorrow, I plan to get back in the saddle with the writing, and hopefully get Amber Payne back on the case.
Wish me luck. In the meantime, stay safe, and don’t catch the flu.