Reporting From Blue’s Couch

This is going to be harder to post for a number of reasons. I’m been blessed that this bout had no gastro-intestinal implications, but it seems to have hit me squarely in the lungs. The brilliance of any virus is its ability to infect, replicate and then expel from its latest host.

The easiest way for this virus to carry out its last act is through its host coughing.

I am writing this on my iPhone from my couch and trying to avoid moving too much. That and my fat thumbs is making this a hump.

The interesting change up I’m experiencing here is that any concerted movement, changing positions, sitting up, walking, sets off a coughing jag that makes me feel like a little Alien (the bad kind, not the ones you’ll meet in my novels) is attempting to burst through my chest plate.

I’ve fractured ribs doing a lot of stupid shit in my life, so I know how painful that can be. This beats that.

So, whenever I feel a coughing jag coming on, I am so focused on trying to minimize the pain that is coming that I totally ignore the act of coughing itself. I cross my arms across my chest in compression to keep my ribs from moving and tilt my chin downward and hope whatever is coming out of my lungs doesn’t escape too far away from me. I roll on the couch and face the back so it doesn’t get past the cushions. Lisa sprays them regularly.

And when the virus realizes that I haven’t been moving and thus, haven’t had a coughing jag in a while, it causes me to spontaneously sneeze, which sends me right into a full blown, here comes the alien, rib rattling jag.

I’m lucky there is just me and Lisa in the house. I’m also glad I have no Thanksgiving plans.

But I hate being babied and Lisa has gone into her Florence Nightingale RN mode. You see, we tend to minimize our response to each other’s illnesses. The moment that changes you start to worry.

Lisa has suddenly become way too attentive.

And I am a terrible patient. I just want to fight this out myself. And I’m gonna.

I know if I can get through this next day I’ve got this licked. My mental clarity is returning, I just have to get past this coughing, rib-cage shattering scenario. Wish me luck.

One more day on the couch.

Hope you all are more happily focused on the upcoming Holiday.

Thanksgiving is my second favorite holiday. We hosted wonderful times back at the Riverdale Home.

Family and friends matter. Thursday is the day you get to show them that.

Okay, that’s it for me. Time to roll over.

You fine, five readers, get on the road to Grandmother’s House, or turn you home into the same.

And let us all make today a great one.