I’ve been coughing and hacking up phlegm for a month now. Owen used to ask me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. if I was okay…which, while sweet, did get annoying at about week three.
However, tonight was a new one. I did my usual cough and hack into the sink and Owen came out, said “It’s my turn!” then fake coughed and fake spit into the sink. 🙂
By the way, today was Day 32 and I think it’s worse than it was before. And my doctor’s appointment isn’t until next Tuesday. 😐