this morning #887.

this morning, the coughing simply wouldn’t stop. it’d been this way for twenty-four hours. it wasn’t a consistent calamity but every so often, just when i thought i was in the clear, i felt a tickle begin to build in the back of my throat, building & building ‘til it was begging me for sweet release, so i’d let it loose. it’d die on down & i’d wait for it all to repeat. damnit. this is the last thing i need. with the holidays on the horizon, i have to avoid illness more than usual. there’s no way i can pick up a bunch of shifts if i’m spitting on customers. i need to make that extra bank. my wife & kids will NOT stand for another crappy christmas. to ensure their happiness, i’ll just have to fight through the sickness.