Last night I woke up with difficulty breathing. This hasn’t happened since I was a little kid.
I sit up, go to the bathroom sink, cough up half a lung in fascinating colors, drink some water, throw the water up in the sink because the cough triggers the gag reflex, tilt my head back to stop the nosebleed that’s started when I try to blow my nose because my sinuses are dry and hasn’t stopped in three days. I cannot hear properly out of either of my ears and the resulting vertigo is distressing.
During the day I finally have enough energy to get up and wash the sheets and blankets on the bed. I listen to Florence and the Machine and sleep on the couch instead.
In the evenings my partner and I are cuddled together under blankets on the couch, watching TV shows about true crime. I tell him we should watch something less spooky, tomorrow.