The Saturday 7
1. I was violently ill all week. I haven't slept in my own bed since last Tuesday- partly because I'm a nice wife, and partly because I sleep better when I can elevate my head on the arm of the couch. I made it through work at school on Monday due to copious amounts of coffee and tea. Wednesday was rough at Once Upon. I broke down and spent the big bucks on Mucinex cough drops which contain a cough suppressant, but I think I ate twelve of them during my five hour shift, and I was still hacking like a 20 year smoker. By that point, I'd been coughing for a solid week despite all the OTC meds I could find, and I could feel it moving to my lungs. Wednesday night was the first time I noticed that scary feeling that I was choking on my cough and couldn't catch my breath. I could also tell I was starting to wheeze. On Thursdays at school, I have a class at 8:30, then not again 'til 1:15. So I powered through the 8:30 class, then went to the doctor. She could hear gurgling