Up until 9pm last night, I thought I was recovered from my illness. I felt great. Crawled into bed to watch DreamGirls (I felt Jamie Foxx failed to bring to this role - and I kept wondering if Sasha Fierce was going to make a dramatic entrance). But then a cough started.
Not like a baby cough, oh excuse me.
Like a MAN COUGH. I AM PHLEGM, HEAR ME ROAR!
So the chest pains started. And started. And started.
And before I could get into the shower this morning, Now batting Mr. Big Brown Phlegm. This disgustingly large, squeeshy (yes, I touched it), half dollar-sized piece of mucus debuted onto my shower floor. And this is how my day started.
How cool would it have been to take a picture of it??? Okay, maybe most wouldn't care to see the discarded chunks of a cold, but it was awesome because it was finally out. So we'll see how long this mucus phase will last before I'm back to normal. Because it better be quick. I start trying for my 8K (June 19th!) this week, and I'm not sure I want to be running while hawking mucus. Because my nose snotting is enough of an issue for one runner. I don't need both ends of the orifice going crazy. TWSS.
Then hopefully I can post pictures from my weekend away to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Stay tuned. Unless I choke on a hunk of phlegm at work. Then that's totally getting documented. Because a picture is worth a 1,000 words. And I'm curious how many versions of "gross" we can think of. Happy Monday!
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I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.
ReplyDeleteYou're my bestest and all. But I don't want to see that shit.