August 22, 2005

teh sick

My lungs. There is crap is my lungs. I'm afraid to cough for fear it may never stop. I woke up eliciting a slight moan on every exhale - I guess it makes it feel better, because I'm still doing it. Every time I work up the courage to try to make a constructive cough, I'm met with a burning sensation deep in my lungs. And the base of my throat feels, well, not raw, per se, but a bit gunked up.

There was a cough. It makes me eyes water. It makes the lungs burn. Another sip of water cools it. Should I go into work this morning? I feel like I should not. I feel like I should stay at home, sleep, drink lots of water, and try to let my body heal.

Another part of me doesn't want to come across like a wuss at work. Oh god, the only thing worse than having a burning cough is having one accompanied by even the slightest case of heartburn. Ughhhhhhhhh. Sip some water. It passes. Kitty go away, I don't want to give you whatever I've got! Oh no. I hope Erik doesn't get it.

Trip to London is 15 days away. I mustn't remain ill.


posted by julie at August 22, 2005 03:44 AM


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