I spent most of yesterday and a good part of last night coughing.
I was going to say coughing up a lung, but the Doc has assured me that both lungs are still exactly where they should be.
And infection free.
So, just coughing. And swallowing air. Lots of air.
By the time I headed off to bed, (after napping on the couch since sundown*), my belly was quite uncomfortable.
So it was a relief to get up early this morning and fart.
Not your timid, genteel, ladylike puff of wind either.
This was a bum-ripper!
Long and loud and rolling.
And so very satisfying!
A huge pocket of air, once again free.
As it should be.
(I'm still coughing, but much less now.)
*once the sun went down I was suddenly so tired I wanted to do nothing but sleep, couldn't even catch up on my blog reading.
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