I'm thinking about formally changing my name to Hacky Von Cougherstein.
Yesterday I felt pretty good. I got the house clean, I made a Superman cape, knitted and cooked dinner. Last night the dreaded chest rattlers came back with a vengeance. It seems the night time brings it on. Hmm, vampire coughs, go figure.
My MIL came over last night for a Gryffin fix and I asked her about pains I've been having. Being a nurse I trust her medical opinion. She said that I've most likely torn some muscles from coughing. Now that's talent.
At least I can still knit. I've got plenty to keep me occupied.