Dudes, I am sick. The Cough has once again visited my lungs and it sucks. I don't cough like normal people, who quietly hack into a hankie. I cough and gag and choke and gak and occasionally puke. My father was the same way. I remember he used to carry around licorice flavored lozenges in his shirt pocket. My mother's father always had a tube of Vicks that he would stick up his nose and sniff. Apparently I am genetically predisposed to breathing issues. Lucky me. I feel just disgusting. My entire body hurts from the coughing and the major lack of sleep. I even had to miss my nail appointment, which is so bad. So bad. But my whining is not the purpose of this post. That sweet faced dog up there is. He is deeply offended by my coughing.
Seriously. I start to cough and he leaves the room, but not before giving me a look of complete disapproval. This is an animal that is pretty much deaf to everything but high pitched whistles, but my coughing, he hears that and is not amused. In the middle of the night he tries to get me to let him outside, like he's going to go out and wait until it's over. Then he comes back in and I cough again and he gets up and goes to the door again. I'd like to think that he feels some sort of doggie empathy for my suffering, but no. He's just pissed.
Last night I got up and went to sit up in my office chair for awhile (it's really comfy) and he came in and just stared at me. Believe me, if there is a technique to ease this coughing, I've tried it and I tried to explain that to him, which just made me cough more because talking is a major cough trigger. He went to hide in the bedroom closet. Aren't dogs supposed to have a deep need to offer support and comfort? I think my dog is defective. Then again, he's old and we all get a little cranky with age.
I emailed with the doctor's office and got the usual response; if I'm not running a fever just let it run its course. If I'm still coughing after a week to 10 days give them a call. I'm pretty sure that if I'm still coughing in 10 days Sam will have packed up and moved in with Kysa. I might be okay with that.
Stay well, people. The Cough is evil and I'm doing my best to keep it to myself. Darn lungs. Darn dog.
To brighter days ahead. Namaste. xo