Over the years have smoked and had colds and coughed a lot.
This weekend’s cough has been the worst yet by a long way. It actually does feel like I have a small vole biting the inside of my throat (not as romantic as it sounds)
In the night (at about 3am) I was awoken by this vole, or whatever it may be, and coughed up some lovely phlegm (not as romantic as it sounds).
You know that feeling when your mouth is full of phlegm, the old do you spit or swallow argument (ok, not THE old argument, but an argument nonetheless).
There was a lot, I had to spit. Not being in a western I don’t tend to keep a spittoon by the bed (unless you count the cat, which I don’t, and the cat can’t count either, she’s an idiot). I got up, mouthful of nasty coloured custard, wondering if it was possible to bite it, would there be lumps?
I got to the toilet and spat. A huge lump of red hit the toilet, connected to my mouth with only a long line of red drool.
This was blood.
That was scary.
I coughed up again and more blood feel into the bowl.
I am not a doctor, but I guessed this was bad. The only time I have ever seen people bleed from their mouth has been when they have fallen of a building in a film or have been stabbed in a film.
To the best of my knowledge I had done neither, though I had just had a dream about earrings.
I checked my pulse, I was still alive. I figured that it was probably the blood of an over exuberant vole, possibly pre menstrual (though this is a nasty thing to have in your mouth it’s preferable to death, slightly)
I coughed again, no blood. Phew, I went to sleep (in my room)
So far there has been no more blood or death…