My World of Parkinsonian Delights

Harrumph. Hack. Hrrrrrrr…. RUMPF!

Just call me Hacky McThroat.  Last night, about an hour before bedtime, it started.  All of a sudden, my windpipe started tickling and I started clearing my throat and my windpipe started producing phlegm and I started coughing and hacking and I had to go into the bathroom because I was coughing to the point of puking and I went to bed about a half hour early in the hopes that my throat would settle down enough when I laid down to where my wife could come in and get to sleep without my keeping her awake with my hacking and throat clearing and hawking and spitting, but no.  It continued well into the night, and she was forced to wear her earplugs to get to sleep.

This morning I woke up with a headache and a lump of crud in my throat.  Since drinking my morning coffee, I’ve been sitting here going “harrumph, hack, hrrrrrrr…. rumpf.”  Gail finally tossed me a cough drop.  Damned if it didn’t seem to help a bit.

We’re going to Milwaukee on Saturday.  That means two hours on a flight next to each other.  Maybe some sort of anesthetic spray, like Chloraseptic, will keep things down to a dull roar.

All I know is that today my chest muscles hurt.


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