I am suffering with a really bad convulsive cough. It is one of those where you have a cough because you have a cough, the throat has become irritated. So I bit the bullet and got some pholcodine.
OH very, very, very kindly took bear into school, looking impressive in his face paint (NOT make up) and waistcoat. I staggered out later and got some of the pholcodine and then staggered home.
I do treat pholcodine as if it was a Class A drug, as it has that effect on me. It can be a dose of loopy juice. It doesn't really add to any sanity I have left. I take it at the last resort but just now I am so desperate after barely being able to move. However with bear safely at school I took the risk plus two teaspoons and went back to sleep.
All I can say is that I have had some very odd dreams indeed. Thank goodness. I think I will be able to use about half of them in my writing. Not, I think, the talking laundry basket. But who knows? I am currently weighing up the risk of taking my next due dose while bear is at home. Perhaps not.
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