The Man with the Aluminum Lungs and Iron Cough.

For the last three days I’ve been up before five o’clock. I’ve got the Freddy Kruger of coughs, attacking me as I sleep at night. I generally wake feeling like my lungs are clogged and taking wheezy breaths. It’s nothing that 20 minutes of hard coughing won’t fix. It looks like I’ll be off to the doc again today. While I enjoy the convenience of getting into see the docs, I’m getting sick and FUCKING tired of getting meds in three day batches. Curse words and cap-lock may not be my usual style, but it’s the third morning in a row I’ve been up well before the sun and K knows better than anyone what sleep deprivation does to me. If Freddy Kruger was actually in my dreams, one – he’d have a hard time finding me since I’m not getting much sleep, and two – I’d kick his crispy ass if he dared mess with what little sleep I am getting.