Jittery.

I am on the road to recovery. My cough is subsiding and my lung doesn't hurt so bad as long as I don't lay down for more than a couple of hours. Waking up this morning, I was in terrible pain, so I went straight to the pharmacy for my prescriptions. I got something like Aleve for my achy lung and an asthma inhaler to help me breathe better. I just had two puffs from the inhaler (bitter!) and I'm washing it down with a Pepsi. I'm not sure what this combination will do to me. In about 20 minutes I should either crash into a heap under my desk, or I'll turn into a rip-roaring bitch.

Ow, my spleen.

It hurts to breathe, it hurts to lay down this way, that way on that side, it hurts to cough.

I am still a wreck.

Complaining Kind

For no reason whatsoever, here is a list of gross food.

warm tuna
ranch dressing
meat stuffed with other meat
fish soup
fois gras


I'm sure somebody likes it.

Crimeny.

I'm still sick. I've had this cough since April 28. At least now it's more productive (read: I'm coughing up critters), I can sleep through most of the night and my appetite is back. It's much smaller, but at least I can eat something now. For breakfast yesterday I was stuffed after a few bites of potatoes and a slice of toast. I just can't eat as much as I used to. Now my left ear is plugged up and I'm scared it's going to turn into an ear infection. I'm pathetic. All I want is to get better.