I have discovered that 'breathing' (without coughing) is something to really be treasured.
I have 'Whooping Cough' and no I am not whooping - but coughing - yes I am. Adult whooping cough is horrible and how young children survive or cope with it is beyond me.
Saturday night I developed a sore throat, Tuesday a visit to the doctor - 'just a virus' - Thursday another visit to the doctor and finally antibiotics to treat 'whooping cough'.
I am in bed for the second day and feel 'crap' - I can't rest, am coughing until I throw up and am exhausted. Someone told me this is the 100 day cough - I hope not.
So this post is about Me, feeling sorry for myself.
I guess I will appreciate breathing freely, when this passes - as I know it will.