The 17th & 18th; My chest starts rumbling.

The 17th of June.  Oh dear, I feel ghastly. I seem to have rid myself of one cough to pick up another one which is worse. I didn't sleep well because my nose was partially blocked so I had to breathe through my mouth, I kept waking up to cough...I really didn't want to get out of bed. 

This morning, I got my blog post done, then went to let the kittens out for the first time since we brought them home yesterday. They were delighted and ran around like mad things. The food bowl was turned upside down, dried food all over the floor, just chaos. Eventually, Gabby got under the bed, so I put the other two back in the cage and just had to wait for her to emerge.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see The Nice Guys. It is a bit ridiculous - it's entertaining, lots of action, although I had the problem I often have when there's shooting in films - why can't people who are supposedly using guns a great deal such terrible shots, even when they've got a machine gun? It irks me greatly. Also, for any fans of very old America's Next Top Model, Yaya from Cycle 3 is in it! She has not aged at all. 

I really want to go to bed, but it's only quarter to eight. Maybe I'll go upstairs after Would I Lie To You, take some Zopiclone, no dreams. 

The 18th of June. 

I am exhausted. I had two Zopiclone last night but they didn't knock me out like they usually do; it took a lot longer than normal, but I don't know if that was because I couldn't get my breathing right, and everything needs to work together for the tablets to be effective. So I have the "hangover" without the benefit. 

There is no impulse to move if I don't have to, and every three or four breaths, my chest starts rumbling and I have to shift the phlegm. Sometimes one cough will get it up, but more likely is that I'll have to keep forcing them out until my throat clears. Then I'll need to blow my nose and what feels like gallons of junk comes out; I don't know where in my head it's being stored but it just keeps coming. I've got decongestant and an olbas inhaler to keep my sinuses clear and carbocisteine to keep the phlegm from sticking anywhere, but other than that, I can only wait for it to bugger off when is ready. Fuck you, lung disease. 

The adoptions both went off without a hitch, everybody behaved themselves and I've heard that Gabby and Gabe (now Florence and Freddie) are out and pottering about, and I haven't spoken to Eliott who took Gracie but I'm going to assume no news is good news. 

When everyone was gone, I sat and filled in paperwork and registered all the microchips, and since then, I have flooped.