An hour ago, I gargled with the hydrogen peroxide diluted with some faucet water. I tilted my head to the left but backwards and made snoring noises and then did the same to the right.
I heard a distinct resonance that sounded and felt like I gargled up into my ear tubes.
After I sat down on the sofa to watch the doom and gloom programming of 2012 on History Channel, I felt my right ear drum pressurize outward, I think because the sound was muffled. I yawned and depressurized.
A few minutes ago I gargled full strength and tried to recreate the resonance of cleaning out the back of my throat where the damn post-nasal drips would irritate my throat and thus fall into my lungs, creating mucus which I cough up in spasms.
My hope is for the burning of the hydrogen peroxide to clean out the remnants of cooties inhaled into my lungs.
Cooties from Josie’s fan blowing upward from the flour behind her to incoming traffic in front of her cubicle; post rain mixed with mold, mildew and chemtrails three weeks ago and infected air from inside the archive area where I filed for the first week without a respirator.
So for one hour, my coughing spasms after the seventh day of antibiotics last Monday had been quiet. Only the occasional cracking sounds of my forcing lung air to clear congestion remains as my final sickness.
I am trying to take antihistamine three times a day. But the congestion continues to fill my lungs. The mucus is clear.
During morning mass, I would spasm twice and run to the restroom to hack out my bubbly mucus. The next three days after the last of the antibiotics I hacked out yellow phlegm and small spots of green ones, too.
Now I got some runny nose to add more annoying post nasal drippings and lung mucus. I give up. Take me now. 2013 is around the corner. Damn you!
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