Monday, 12 April 2010
Don't speak to me! I'm too well brought up to ignore you. I will have to answer, and then I will cough. That's mostly what I do these days: cough. In the night, first thing in the morning (horribly, with nose-blowing; be glad you aren't staying in my house), and at any time through the day if I have to speak. It's a common after-effect of a virus, apparently.
It's also very irritating - to my throat, to me and to everyone around me. Not the cats and the dog - they don't mind at all, and in fact Hamish and the dog sometimes join in. The dog has a gloomy-sounding hacking cough, like an undertaker with a cold; she has medication for it if it goes on for long enough, because, as for many Yorkies, tracheal collapse is a possibility. Hamish has a genteel, breathy little "huf! huf!" cough, which he makes with his eyes shut and his tongue protruding slightly.
Lottie coughs too, but in a productive sort of way that I'd rather not talk about.
I've tested the results of the research into chocolate as a cough suppressant, and it really does work - so long as I don't say more than a few sentences at a time - but I can't face another square of Easter present chocolate now. Or a mini-rabbit made of chocolate. Or a little chicken made of chocolate. Or a spotted egg made of chocolate. No more! My teeth have chosen life.
Posted by rachel at 23:02