Max: *kaff*

It seems it is once again time for the much anticipated, bi-annual cough-fest. Cough-fest is when, after all the other symptoms of my twice yearly battle with cold/respiratory flu have faded, I cough for about a month straight. I don't know what it is with me and coughing. It is like when I get a cough, my lungs suddenly become pack-rats. "You know, I don't know when I'll ever need this cough, but I might, so I am going to hang onto it for a little while longer."

During cough-fest, I can rarely manage to speak three or four words without coughing. As my job involves talking, you can imagine that this is great fun. By the time cough-fest winds down, I have generally worn out the mute button on my phone. But that is a minor annoyance compared to cough-fest's night schedule. It just as I am laying down to escape into a few hours' sleep, cough-fest is just getting started. It is like my lungs get their wires crossed and my brain's shutdown and hibernate signal comes across as a cough longer, harder and more frequently signal.

And while we are on the subject, is it too much to ask that the Pharm corps make a cough medicine that actually works for more than two hours at a time? Regardless of whether they are advertised as four, six or eight hour, they all take an hour to kick in and stop working two hours after that. It makes it hard getting a good eight hours again when I need to get up every two hours for a one hour cough break.

Oh well, only another three weeks until this should all clear up.

*kaff*