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Apr. 25th, 2008 02:56 pmI've been feeling pretty ghastly lately. Either I'm coughing non-stop, which is exhausting, or I'm sleeping badly because of coughing non-stop, or I'm sleeping sitting up for most of the night because I'm coughing non-stop or some or all of these things together, all of which is exhausting. Not only that but I have a permanent headache because of the coughing.
When I say non-stop, it isn't really. It's more like being perfectly normal for 2 or 3 hours then being ambushed by the cough, which just won't stop for an hour or more then leaves me exhausted and anxious that it hasn't really stopped. I asked my LLD if I could take more of the Beconase spray but she said not to and that she hoped that it would eventually settle down. Me Too!
I keep remembering that I gave up smoking umpteen years ago just so that I wouldn't spend my last days gasping for breath and feeling as though I were drowning, so I'm feeling a bit cheated.
I did manage to get to Gillian's class yesterday, and didn't cough too much while there, but I found it very disappointing for once, because we had to do group projects, which I'm not so keen on and in our group of four we had a woman new to the group, who is obviously an ex-teacher and who never stopped talking even to listen to what anyone else was saying. The rest of us did everything she suggested because we couldn't be bothered to argue with her, but I found the whole thing oppressive and I found her overwhelming, to say the least. My God! If she's like that at her first class, what will she be like by the end of term?
I don't know why I think she must be an ex-teacher. We have several teachers in the class, and none of them behaves like that. She's got a very annoying habit of sticking her face up close to yours when she wants to say something, and it makes me feel really uncomfortable.
Everyone did so much talking in the first part of the class about the idea of becoming a Community Group, that there was no time for individual writing at all, so all in all, I found the whole thing exasperating.
While I was there, however, Jeannie reminded me that today was the last day for the Mslexia competition and encouraged me to enter some of my Grandma poems. I haven't entered a competition for about 2 years, because I haven't managed to get my wits together in time to make the deadline for them. So yesterday afternoon I sorted out three, paid the entry fee online and sent the entry off in the post. I don't suppose anything will come of it, because the poems they seem to choose for Mslexia are about as unlike any of mine as it's possible to be. However, the judge is Carol Ann Duffy, so it's an opportunity to see if she likes any of them.
John has just received one of his tiny annual pensions, so has offered us a takeaway tonight. I shall have to discuss it with Charles when he gets back from band practice and maybe have the takeaway tomorrow, as Charles was anxious to make a fish soup and we've taken a crab, some langoustines, and scallops out of the freezer, as well as a small sea bass and a couple of sea bream. They're all now defrosted and I don't want to keep them another 24 hours.
Actually, I'm rather looking forward to having a proper home-made fish soup with rouille and aioli and home made bread.
When I say non-stop, it isn't really. It's more like being perfectly normal for 2 or 3 hours then being ambushed by the cough, which just won't stop for an hour or more then leaves me exhausted and anxious that it hasn't really stopped. I asked my LLD if I could take more of the Beconase spray but she said not to and that she hoped that it would eventually settle down. Me Too!
I keep remembering that I gave up smoking umpteen years ago just so that I wouldn't spend my last days gasping for breath and feeling as though I were drowning, so I'm feeling a bit cheated.
I did manage to get to Gillian's class yesterday, and didn't cough too much while there, but I found it very disappointing for once, because we had to do group projects, which I'm not so keen on and in our group of four we had a woman new to the group, who is obviously an ex-teacher and who never stopped talking even to listen to what anyone else was saying. The rest of us did everything she suggested because we couldn't be bothered to argue with her, but I found the whole thing oppressive and I found her overwhelming, to say the least. My God! If she's like that at her first class, what will she be like by the end of term?
I don't know why I think she must be an ex-teacher. We have several teachers in the class, and none of them behaves like that. She's got a very annoying habit of sticking her face up close to yours when she wants to say something, and it makes me feel really uncomfortable.
Everyone did so much talking in the first part of the class about the idea of becoming a Community Group, that there was no time for individual writing at all, so all in all, I found the whole thing exasperating.
While I was there, however, Jeannie reminded me that today was the last day for the Mslexia competition and encouraged me to enter some of my Grandma poems. I haven't entered a competition for about 2 years, because I haven't managed to get my wits together in time to make the deadline for them. So yesterday afternoon I sorted out three, paid the entry fee online and sent the entry off in the post. I don't suppose anything will come of it, because the poems they seem to choose for Mslexia are about as unlike any of mine as it's possible to be. However, the judge is Carol Ann Duffy, so it's an opportunity to see if she likes any of them.
John has just received one of his tiny annual pensions, so has offered us a takeaway tonight. I shall have to discuss it with Charles when he gets back from band practice and maybe have the takeaway tomorrow, as Charles was anxious to make a fish soup and we've taken a crab, some langoustines, and scallops out of the freezer, as well as a small sea bass and a couple of sea bream. They're all now defrosted and I don't want to keep them another 24 hours.
Actually, I'm rather looking forward to having a proper home-made fish soup with rouille and aioli and home made bread.
