Before it started to rain in March,
I had a dry cough.
A very annoying
dry cough
as though I had swallowed
a hair ball and couldn’t get it
out of my system.
Then the rains came and
gradually my cough left me.
I was able to go on stage to
perform with the choir on Easter.
I had forgotten that the primary had
been invited to join us.
The song was “Gethsemane” (see here).
Our primary kids sound like angels
whenever that song is performed.
My eyes leak whenever
they’re performing.
I was too choked up to
sing with them.
After Easter my dry cough returned.
Gradually it became a wet cough.
On Tuesday I was sore from head to toe.
Pain in my cheeks
pain in my teeth
terrible pain.
I shouldn’t have gone to work
at the school on Wednesday.
A lot of children commented that
I sounded funny.
I was feeling better than on Tuesday.
The coughing and congestion are
not the worst part.
I know there are some woman who
will relate when I mention that
the cough and bladder somehow
seem to be connected.
Shooting out the other end
and having to change myself
It reminds me of the many times that
I have changed baby diapers amazed
at how much the pad will hold. But still . . .
The last couple of days
I have gone through one and a half
boxes of tissue.
I have missed the Mother’s Day brunch
which I was supposed to conduct and
take part in the program.
I called the organizer this
morning and said
I wouldn’t be there.
My right cheekbone feels bruised.
I feel worse than I look.
I hope Roland doesn’t get it this bad.
Thus far Jenna’s been able to dodge
getting this nastiness.
I pray that she will remain free of this.
I think this is the worst cold
that I have ever had
in my entire life.
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