The Curse of Nightly Throat Crud!
OK, I pretty much spend all day (ahem) clearing my throat and (ahem) driving Gail nuts. But it gets worse at night.
Last night was the worst ever. I would be in the middle of saying something and all of a sudden (clot!) have to stop because a wad of throat crud got caught in my vocal cords. This happened over and over again. And my voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
This morning, not so bad. But I am under no illusion that tonight will be any different. This is something that has been going on for a few months now, and it’s frustrating. The newly-acquired stu… stu… stu… stu… (take a deep breath and concentrate) STUTTER is bad enough. But when you combine the stutter with (clot!) — AHEM!!! — the nightly throat crud… it’s more frustrating than ever.
The Parkinson’s disease literature offers many reasons for this nightly collection of crud: My chest muscles aren’t limber enough to allow for proper deep breathing, so the crud just kinda piles up until it reaches a tipping point. Also, I’m less able to properly manage my saliva and it leaks into my trachea and makes me clear my throat until Gail wants to shove a knitting needle into my eye. Also, I seem to be a “silent aspirator”, meaning I inhale small bits of food and drink when I consume… and eventually that crap’s gotta come out or I’ll get pneumonia.
Gail has offered some ideas that she thinks might help. Drano, Liquid Plumber, shoving a doggie toy down my throat, and her most recent idea, the lint brush from the dryer.
All of these ideas would certainly work. Let’s just hope I can retain enough of my cognitive abilities to continue resisting them.