This Fricken’ Cough

…is killing me.  Cough  COUGH  cough  COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH.  I spent all day in bed today sleeping or reading.  I’m dreading going to work tomorrow, because I talk on the phone all day and the cough is aggravated when I talk.  But at least I know the dr’s office will be open, so as soon as I get to work I’m calling my family doc for some damn cough medicine and a Zpack.

My husband starts a new job tomorrow!  For one month he will work three days a week (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday)  from 7:30 am until 9:30 pm and then have 4 days off.  Then the next month he’ll work Thursday, Friday and Saturday and have the next 4 days off.  The biggest problem with this schedule is that Hub seriously does not know how to relax so I don’t know what the hell he’s going to do on his 4 days off.

Here are some suggestions I’ve made that were met with an icy stare:

Food Shopping
Cooking Dinner
Cleaning his work shop
Painting the front door
Painting the shutters
Re-caulking the tub
Fixing the hole in the closet ceiling cause by the tub leak
Going to the podiatrist for that heel pain that you’ve complained about for over a year

Hub and I went out on New Year’s Eve with some old friends.  We had a good time…except for this damn cough.  I wanted to try a chocolate martini but I didn’t think it would mix with the Nyquil.  I didn’t see the ball drop because as soon as we walked in our door at 10:30, I went up to my bedroom, had a shot glass of cough medicine and went right to bed.  I think I heard fireworks, but it could have just been my barking cough bringing me to the surface of my sleep.

Popeye did not text me at 12:01 as he has done in the past.  That could mean he is ashamed, angry, in jail, high or deceased.

Oh, one more thing, my husband told me I have to stop spilling my guts to everyone who asks about him, so I guess you guys are just going to have to be my sounding board.  Now aren’t you the lucky ones?

Here’s a pic from Christmas Eve…before the Swee’Peas got to it!


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“"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.'” William Butler Yeats
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10 Responses to This Fricken’ Cough

  1. I HATE when a cough shows up and won’t go away. Ugh. I hope you’re feeling better soon and cough free!

  2. Kathy says:

    We’re here for you!

  3. Bex says:

    I found, the last time I had a non-stop cough, was that the only thing that soothed my throat was Riccola cough losenges. They helped a lot. Nothing else, including cough medicine, ever did. Good luck to you.

  4. Carol says:

    Feel better soon. The tree looks really pretty.

  5. Yankee Chick says:

    Wow! Your tree looked beautiful. What a great picture! Sorry about your cough. That does really suck. I acquired one last night that seems to be developing into something more substantial today. I see cough syrup and Z-Packs in my near future, too.

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