The 16th & 17th; I live on the floor again.
The 16th of March.
Ughhh I am exhausted and feel terrible. It's probably connected to me going out two nights in a row, but that can't be helped now. The cough has developed into the death rattle, and I have reached the point where the only way to stop myself coughing literally all the time is to lie on the floor on my front. Somehow, squashing my chest makes it stop.
I did end up meeting up with Nish last night because when I came out after the show to look for Daddy's car, he, Rosie and Paul were coming out of stage door and he saw me so called me over. We had a chat about the show and the weird lighting, and Rosie and I talked about the accessibility of venues (more ramps and handrails please).
They walked with me to Daddy's car because they felt Victoria Square was quiet and creepy, then we said our goodbyes until Mach.
I've spent my whole day coughing and knitting. The lying on my front helps, but only for so long because after a while my bones start to dig into the floor and it hurts my neck and arms. I do not envision myself getting much sleep tonight.
The 17th of March.
Surprisingly, my sleep wasn't terrible. I took a Zopiclone, but I didn't fall asleep as quickly as I usually do when I take it, so I'm not entirely convinced it did anything.
I've managed to spend most of the day sat up, finishing knitting the second sleeve of my jumper. However, it has now reached the point where I am on the floor again. It's not ideal, because my chest muscles already hurt from doing it yesterday, and I often have to move to stop the circulation to different body parts being cut off, but it's the only way to not cough. I have no idea how it works, but for some reason the pressure of my body weight pushing my chest into the floor/sofa cushions suppresses the constant whimpery cough. I've tried just ignoring it while I'm sat up but the phlegm that wants me to move it literally stops me from breathing properly. So I live on the floor again. For how long? I'm not sure. Tomorrow I don't have anything to do, but Tuesday is a different matter. It is so unfair that even the smallest cough that affects a normal person for a couple of days, can literally floor me. The antibiotics have finished today and I.don't know if they've helped at all.