Day two of being a failed sword swallower. My throat is still sore and I can still fall asleep at a drop of a hat.
When I woke up this morning didn't feel too bad until I had a coughing fit. The kind of dry cough that sounds like a dog trying to bark with a sore throat and that really roughed up my throat.
Started feeling a bit better by afternoon so went and got a shipping order of throat lozenges to suck and some more fruit. That wore me out and I fell asleep on my sofa with my mouth gaping open (totally glamorous) and I just know I was snoring my head off. Woke up with a throat that felt like someone had crept inside it with a cheese grater, plus hoped that no one had looked in through the window, as I'm sure it wasn't a pretty sight.
Still I managed to work my way through all of my recorded TV programmes till my eyes were turning square. I am mortified to say I am turning into my mother with a fondness for detective programmes as I watched four hours of Foyle's War and Midsummer Murders, only pausing to pass the endless cups of tea that I've been drinking.
When I am old I will wear purple and red together. Holy crap... I do already!
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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