centre of the universe - the dreaming: Wheezing cough of impending death

09/04/2005: "Wheezing cough of impending death" So His Nibs gave a cough to The Nipper who gave the cough to me. It's extremely unpleasant - chest congestion, weird need to clear your throat all the time, and these sudden, extremely painful coughing sprees that feel like you're choking. Ugh.

No fever, no snot, which is a bonus.

But, depending on which side one sleeps on at night, one could wake up the entire household with one's coughing.

We do not, in fact, have bats in our belfry. I went up the attic to check today. We do have a crib (it's a very nice crib - painted blue, if you're interested) and some 'hinsulation', and there are some bits that need patching up there, but once we get some floorboards down it could be a very nice reading space. To share with all the junk that we have that doesn't have a home. That stuff counts as insulation, right?

Anyway, no bats.
Some spiders, but no bats.

And, I may have forgotten to mention, I have these weird lumps on the back of my neck. Sometimes they're about the size of a golf ball or an egg, and at those times they're very painful. Most of the time they're not much bigger than a dime, and though they're sometimes incredibly itchy, they are painful to the touch.

They're not muscle knots, either.

Yes, I'll be getting the doctor to check them out. I have a list of 'complaints' that I need him to tell me either: "you're getting old. Get used to this kind of stuff."; or "Good LORD! That's not natural! We'd better lance that!" Some of my complaints are 'just weird' - every now and then certain parts of my body go numb. Some of them are probably perfectly explainable - "your shin hurts because you've been cracking it against the stool every day for three months". As TUO once told, me, it seems common sense to 'save up' all your aches, pains, and complaints, and when the list gets to a certain point (maybe more than a page, depending on the size of your printing and the dimensions of your notebook), you go see a specialist. Apparently she has the same frame of mind for her car woes.

"A poll" "Uppicus Datidus"

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