Monday, May 21, 2012
It started Wednesday of last week, my throat on one side started getting sore. Thursday my head was like a giant melon which had been punched because a waterfall of mucus was running out of every possible exit. The tears rolling down my cheeks were bigger than most water balloons. Friday with every breath I took or if I tried to utter a word, well I would cough up a lung. Friday night no one within ear shot got any rest as the deep croupy cough was like a fog horn guiding the lost ship (SLEEP) in from sea. Saturday only sporadic episodes of the fog horn could be heard. Sunday, well lets just say I did not go to Church. I do not think anyone would have wanted to shake my hand and say "Peace be with you." Today, my voice sounds like a poor imitation of Lou Rawls.
The kitty justice is to stay home curled up under a blanket if you do not feel well.