by sarah hair Email

The past week had been full (FULL) of smoke, and my lungs have been killing me for days. I thought they would let up a little once the wind changed or the wildfires burning out of control all around us were either contained, burned out, or just able to unleash their noxious fumes out over the ocean or somehow away from my house. But, I have not as of yet been so fortunate. As of today, my lungs are just starting to let up a little. I can lay down without coughing only with the aid of Nyquil, but at least I can lay down without coughing, which is more than I can say for the past several days.

Besides the aching in my lungs just during the day, I have been trying not to talk too much. My voice sounds all scratchy, like one of Marge Simpson's sisters, just not nearly as sexy. I am mostly alright as long as I neither talk nor breathe. Everything else is just fine.

I had a coughing fit last night that lasted for about 10 minutes and was so ridiculous that I couldn't stop laughing during the entire episode. I was with a friend, and I was trying to communicate with him when the coughing just went out of control. It hurt so badly , yet was so hilarious, that I was crying visibly with tears streaming down my face, unable to speak, unable to breathe, just me coughing and wildly making hand gestures and trying to get my hair out of my face which was quickly covered in tears, snot, and spittle from my hacking. I decided I had enjoyed enough of this spectacle and I just reached for the botlte of Nyquil, fiddled for a while with the child safety mechanism, and eventually just chugged it down. Very shortly thereafter I was unconscious.

Since Thursday, I have been trying rum. Mixed with juice, it is tasty and effective at either making my lungs not hurt so badly or helping me to not notice that my lungs hurt so badly. I have to say though, the Nyquil kicks rum's ass at making my lungs not hurt or me not care that they hurt.

Dear Nyquil: I love you long time.

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