The Hills Are Alive with the Sounds of Mucus
February 19th 2012 It was another night of hacking and wheezing on my part. I'm fine all day but as soon as I lay down I start coughing. It must be the down or feathers in the comforters. I still got adequate rest but I'm not so sure my mother was getting much of a vacation out of this.
I was up at the usual 7 am hour. In this room we were living a much more spartan existence. No TV, no clock, no phone, a
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