'k Off, Cough...

Aaargh... isn't it fucking typical? The night before I have to sit in a quiet room with 4 or 5 other students for 5 god-damn hours and concentrate on a simulation for my accounting course... and the night before I go out two nights in a row (coz I've got a much-needed day off on Saturday, and I finish my simulation tomorrow at 2pm, so that's like a half day) to get pissed and actually have a social life for the first time in something like a year... I get a fucking cough!

This is the chesty cough I usually get just before Christmas... just a bit later this year. Every time I go from a warm place to a cold place, or a cold place to the warm, or try to talk to someone, or exert myself in any way, or laugh, or when I get up in the morning - I cough to the point where I'm almost sick and I can't breathe properly. But I will not go to the doctor, or he'll ask how I got on with the inhaler he gave me, and I'll have to confess that it didn't help at all because I couldn't get into a routine of when to use it - and I'll have to confess that I haven't had a happy pill in fuck knows how long because they didn't do me any good (at least, I didn't notice any difference even when I hadn't been taking them for 2 months).

So I've got a bottle of cough medicine, and we'll see how that goes.

As my mum said so often - "It's not the cough that carries you off, it's the coffin they carry you off in..."