That's the sound my chest makes when I breath. Inhale, "sheerrrrrrrtttt rattle rattle" and exhale "cough hack hack". I have been sick for a week now. A freakin week. Oh and here's a bit of stalker trivia nobody ever wanted to know and for pete's sake if you're squeamish AT ALL just skip the rest of the damn post, will ya? Just skip to the comments, say hi and go about your day in blissful ignorance. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I have an over-active gag reflex. I'm one of those people who can't take a baby aspirin without gagging. Yeah. When I was a kid, my brothers teased me constantly about not being able to hock a luggy. Now, as an adult it's not a talent I miss, but as a kid? Dev-uh-stay-ting. I tried, but once it hit my throat...major yurk. Drove my mother insane that I kept trying. To this day, if I get sick, it's major yurksville for me. Even if it's not a stomach thing, it becomes one. I'm actually getting better, but for 3 whole days it was an endless cycle of cough cough hack yurk blow my nose sniffle snort cough cough.....yeah. At this point when I cough, though not as often, it hurts all the way to my elbows. I want my mommy.
On the positive side of things, I was well enough on Saturday (or so I thought at the time) to attend a lovely Tea put on by the Millican Historical Society. This was pre coughing and hacking. It was a lovely time and I shall tell you about it later. I even have pictures. Whee! Also, Sophie is finished and has gone to her new home. I have pictures of that too. It's just not gonna happen today. Tomorrow doesn't look good either cuz I am helping my folks move. Well, yeah I'm still sick. Yes, I am a dumb ass, why do you ask?
Hope everyone has a great day!