ugh

I coughed so much, I kept waking myself up.

I was having a dream where I think I was having a conversation with Greg and his wife. It seemed like she was trying to tell me something very serious, and I started laughing. I couldn’t stop laughing. They were getting angry with me.

Next thing I knew I woke myself up “laughing”… which was actually me having rolled over on my stomach trying to cough. Wasn’t quite able to really cough in that position, so I was sort of making a “huff huff huff” sound like a laugh.

It’s time to not be sick anymore. I want my voice back.

I miss JamesT.

Although, he said the other night…the whopping 3 hours sleep night we had before having to get up at 4:30 and send him off to Florida… that I had been coughing and not quite waking myself up, and it had made me actually talk in my sleep, which he said I’d never done before as far as he knew. If it was anything bad, he didn’t say. He was just so surprised. At first he thought I was talking to him… coughing, maybe asking him to get something for me, but then I was just asleep again.

And oh yeah. The snot-induced snoring I’ve got going on right now is sex-ay.

Ugh. I feel like death, and thus I have dressed as if for my own funeral today. I mourn the loss of my voice, and the loss of my ability to sleep through the night, and the loss of my JamesT to the fishies in Florida.