Once again, I am writing this to put a mark on the calendar. Once again, I hope that writing about the subject won't jinx anything. Once again, I am knocking wood.
For a while now ... maybe a couple of weeks, I'm not really sure ... it has felt like my cough has been on the whole rarer and more sporadic than it was in November and December. Of course the progress hasn't been linear; a sequence of good days could still be punctuated by a bad day. But last week I attended Sangha in person for the first time since I began feeling the tickle in my throat.
Then yesterday it seemed as if my whole head had turned liquid on the inside, and was draining out my nose. I soaked four handkerchiefs and innumerable tissues. I got nothing done all day (actually that's been a problem for a while regardless of my cough) and I went to bed at 8:30. I slept ten hours or more.
And this morning I feel ... different. I won't claim that it's all over. But I've been up for more than half an hour while logging in and typing this, and I've coughed once. A small, almost vestigial cough. Did yesterday drain all the gunk out of my head? I guess we'll see. But maybe.
As of today, it's been eleven weeks and some—not quite twelve weeks—since the day this round of coughing started. Maybe it's winding down. At any rate, I'm hopeful.
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