Getting Over It?

I am still taking Zithromax. It gives me heartburn and makes me thirsty. Like unquenchable, diabetes, walking through the Sahara for days thirsty... When I attempt to slake my thirst, I drink so much water that I have to piss every 20 minutes for the majority of the day. Not just tinkle- wounded race horse pissing... 38 weeks pregnant pissing... if you get between me and the crapper you'll get pissed on pissing. Sucks much. I will have to make sure to only go places that have shitters at strategically placed access points.

The antibiotics are having a mixed effect. I feel much better, and the colorful rainbow of mucus is dying out. On the flip side, my body is now bringing up all the shit that has been sitting in my lungs and sinuses. Forceful and uncontrollable coughing fits are big fun... especially when combined with the afore mentioned constantly full bladder.

Ever have to make the decision between squeezing down real tight, or trying to make it to the toilet between cough spasms as to not piss on yourself?

This morning I coughed so hard that I brought up half my coffee (only half, which was strange)... and the fucked up part was- I never felt the gag! Mid-cough, my mouth was full of shit... Good thing I had just finished drinking it before I ran for the crapper, so it wasn't all bile tasting... but as I was mid-cough and it surprised me, it ended up on the floor between my feet. Me? Completely exasperated. I think I might have laughed if I wasn't trying to keep my lungs from flying out of my mouth.

I would bore you and gross you out with the "1001 Tales of Bloody Kleenexes", but I won't bother. You get the idea. As it is, I am spending today doing laundry, cleaning house, and getting our collective shit together for our adventure into France on Thursday. Wow, ain't it exciting being me? I need more coffee.

UPDATE: Whilst doing my daily routine of turning up the music really loud and dancing through the living room thinking I was the illegitimate dancing child of Shakira and Madonna, I made a fucking fabulous discovery! My voice! It's finally fully recovered! I can sing again. It only took 21 short days to come back from the screaming on coasters and the Parisian Throat Plague. It is better to sound more like a female singer... as for some time there I was convinced I would continue to sing like Rob Zombie.Oh happy fan-fucking-tastic day! Just in time to go back to Disney and lose it all over again. Shitweasels.