::cough:: :::cough:::

I'm still sick.

I am coughing and coughing and it's not doing me any good. It's freaking out parents when they come to pick up their kids in the afternoon and I'm working to hawk out chunks of lung tissue. (Yes, I know that's disgusting.) I have reassured as many of them as I can that I just finished a course of antibiotics and am not contagious.

I'm tired of coughing and coughing and producing nothing but a little pee after a particularly hard coughing spell. I'm tired of hearing my throat wheeze while I'm trying to sleep. I'm tired of coughing until my head hurts and I can't get a breath.

So I have an appointment on Friday to see Dr. Dirtball. I would have made an appointment for Wednesday, but I had to take Lyssa for the ultrasound. I would have tried for Thursday, but the doctor had to take her son for some medical testing. (Hope everything is okay with that, I will ask her when I go in.)

So yeah, at least one more day of this shit.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons I'm just not feeling the usual Christmas cheer?

Oh. And it's my birthday. Just past this post, you'll see the award I got just for being born!!