Update
I don't find it enjoyable when a lingering cough is still so intense after four weeks that it causes me to vomit. Once or twice a day I have uncontrollable coughing fits where I can't catch my breath, my heart rate spikes, and I begin to gag. This evening after dinner I actually threw up while trying to pry open a bag of cough drops.
I've tried every approach: cough medicine, cough drops, prescription strength cough suppressants, tea, no dairy products, steamy showers, Vicks, and even seeing a doctor. She gave me a nasal spray that caused me to enter a state of depression. The flushing handle broke on my toilet the other night and I had a nervous breakdown, so I stopped using the medicine after that.
Oddly enough, Ryan has still stayed over almost every night, willing to endure my coughing when it strikes at night (or early in the morning). He was also supportive after my biopsy to remove and test the abnormal cell development detected in my earlier exam. The results should be in within the next few days.
On a happy note, the house is officially ours. Ryan and I sign the lease this Saturday, and I can begin to move my boxes over in two weeks. I move in mid-April, and Ryan will follow when his lease ends. He gave his notice at Fred Astaire, so he won't be an instructor there after the month of March. He already has a job at a private studio lined up, along with part-time work at Danceworks. He's also participating in a local production of Mad Hot Ballroom and one for Dancing With The Stars in Sheboygan. He's still choreographing a dance for our friend Grace to perform, and she pays him well. It will be a stressful transition, but I'm confident he can pull it off. He says he's so excited to change his life and finally begin living up to his potential (he must have heard that from me). He'll "finally have something and someone to work for, instead of just living to get by."
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