Today’s comments are brought to you by the letter C, as in C is for Coughing.
I have to wonder why each year I get so anxious for spring to arrive when I should know by now that most likely it will net me an allergy-induced asthma attack and, with that, will come the gut wrenching coughing spasms that leave me physically and emotionally exhausted. I sleep in fits and starts between bouts, and wake up only slightly less tired than when I went to bed, and thanks to the allergy medication, I walk around in a drug-induced fog. My medication says I shouldn’t drive or operate machinery, but somehow my husband doesn’t understand that the washer and dryer as well as the stove are machines. So is the computer, but I think I’m safe here.
Back to the coughing. There are two kinds of coughs– the dry, hacking variety which generally accompany a cold, and the wet ones. Can you guess which one I have? No? Well, my cough isn’t dry–oh no! it’s filled with phlegm and other goodies. I know I shouldn’t simply swallow it, but the idea of spitting that out anywhere in public is too humiliating to contemplate. And where would I spew it? The age of the spittoon is long gone. So, to ease my embarrassment, I avoid people and wait for the bout to end.
This year, it’s Easter season, and because I can’t predict the next round of “cough until you gag” I missed the Maundy Thursday service last night and I’ll miss the Good Friday one today. For some reason, the more you try not to cough, the more you cough! I’ll just say and prayer and hope that’s good enough; after all, God knows all, so He must be aware of my coughing. After all it probably keeps Him awake at night, too.
In this day and age when everyone worries about germ warfare and super bugs, it’s damn hard to go out in public, have a coughing spasm that ends with you almost ready to vomit, and smile and say “it’s only allergies” when you’ve practically coughed up a lung and deposited it at their feet.Someone suggested I wear a mask–don’t even get me started on that. Breathing is hard enough without having to filter the air, and masks do not solve the ultimate problem which is the coughing.
So, here I sit, hoping the meds will kick in soon, and the asthma will settle down. And for the record–that particular brand of allergy medication doesn’t work in 20 or 30 minutes. Oh joy! I’m serving Easter dinner this Sunday. Add stress to the mix, and this should be an Easter Dinner for the books.
Now, if you got this far, don’t forget to pop over and read some of the other C blogs.