For the past two days I've been reminded I have a throat, and vocal chords. It's not something you'd normally think about. How often do you think about your throat? Like "oh yeah here's my throat, and it feels nice and.. yeah it doesn't feel really". I can honestly say I never do. No, the only time you think that your throat feels nice is after a horrible session of man-flu. Then the feeling of NOT feeling your throat is so unbelievably comfortable as opposed to the feeling of it being an open flesh wound sprinkled with sulfuric acid. I'm not quite there yet. The point when it's over I mean. That means I still wake up in the middle of the night for a severe, life threatening couching session. Yes I make suffocation noises, thinking for a solid 10 minutes that I won't ever be able to breathe and that life is nearing it's end. No light in the end of the tunnel though. None of that good "near to death" stuff. No colours. No what goes through my brain is more like "oh god oh god oh dear god I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die right here in my bed, this is so sad, I have such ugly PJs on, I deserve a better end, oh the humiliation, my dear god the pain the pain the pain".
So. I think I hit bottom yesterday morning. So tomorrow WILL be better. Yes.
Here's what I've been up to whilst waiting for my throat to feel good again. It's a WIP of course. Hopefully I'll have time to finish it this weekend. Aiming for a late 1600-style... And who is this strapping young lad? Ha! You tell me! Clue no1 -tis' the Love of my LIFE.
