Thursday, December 16, 2004
Constant Coughing Complication
I’m still coughing and it wasn’t until my morning coffee before the cack loosened in the back of my throat and chest. Most uncomfortable indeed, and all I needed to do was stay away from smoky pubs and alcohol until Friday, that way maximising the chance that the cough would disappear by then.
So why did I end up in ‘my office’ at Clark’s Bar by quarter past twelve with Dave and Co.? Who knows, but it turned a wet and dreary Edinburgh afternoon into a pleasant pre-Christmas warm-up.
The afternoon dragged in as a result and the office was stiflingly hot. As I started to receive text messages from Rick’s Bar in the town from Dave willing me to join him, I began to wonder if I hade made the correct decision in coming back to the office for the day at all!
Alas, Gail had an appointment with her Dad for a meal and a visit to the Playhouse to see Mamma Mia (the Abba musical) so I had my orders for the night – no playing till tomorrow!
Gracefully, she collected me from work at 5pm and escorted me home, but I am sure this was to make sure I didn’t nip out for a quickie before coming home, thus giving hope to the chance I could be late, rather than doing me a favour.
I pumped vitamins, cough medicine and took another bath to try and loosen my chest and take it on the road to recovery, but nothing seems to be working. It feels like a deep-rooted cough – not an infection – but more annoying than anything else. To compound the problem, the constant hacking from the inners of my lungs is giving me pounding headaches making me want to sleep until the whole thing goes away.
An early night was called for, but I couldn’t sleep. I tried to envisage myself in the bar where I saw Gwynneth Paltrow the other night to see if we could start something off, but it was invite only and the bouncers wouldn’t let me in. Swines.
So why did I end up in ‘my office’ at Clark’s Bar by quarter past twelve with Dave and Co.? Who knows, but it turned a wet and dreary Edinburgh afternoon into a pleasant pre-Christmas warm-up.
The afternoon dragged in as a result and the office was stiflingly hot. As I started to receive text messages from Rick’s Bar in the town from Dave willing me to join him, I began to wonder if I hade made the correct decision in coming back to the office for the day at all!
Alas, Gail had an appointment with her Dad for a meal and a visit to the Playhouse to see Mamma Mia (the Abba musical) so I had my orders for the night – no playing till tomorrow!
Gracefully, she collected me from work at 5pm and escorted me home, but I am sure this was to make sure I didn’t nip out for a quickie before coming home, thus giving hope to the chance I could be late, rather than doing me a favour.
I pumped vitamins, cough medicine and took another bath to try and loosen my chest and take it on the road to recovery, but nothing seems to be working. It feels like a deep-rooted cough – not an infection – but more annoying than anything else. To compound the problem, the constant hacking from the inners of my lungs is giving me pounding headaches making me want to sleep until the whole thing goes away.
An early night was called for, but I couldn’t sleep. I tried to envisage myself in the bar where I saw Gwynneth Paltrow the other night to see if we could start something off, but it was invite only and the bouncers wouldn’t let me in. Swines.
Colin 9:51 pm