I mentioned the other day that my rib was a bit sore. Over the past few days, thanks to the acquisition of a cough, that soreness has ramped up to excruciating. Every cough and sneeze feels like a knife. Laughing also hurts, which Mr Pigalina learned yesterday after I came close to tears after he repeatedly showed me a hilarious photo.
I am guzzling as many drugs as I am allowed – not enough. All of this agony is possibly down to a cracked rib – caused by coughing!
An xray today will hopefully reveal the source.
When I was flying back from Rotorua last week there was an agitated boy sitting directly behind who kept wailing “Quois Mama? Quois?” He thumped the plane wall and sulked about the trip he was going on.
He then proceeded to wheeze and cough the phlegmiest coughs for the duration of the flight – without covering his mouth.
I have a question for him! Why don’t you cover your mouth? I am so ill. I blame him.
(By the way, that medicine is the worst I have ever tasted, avoid).