Last night I reached a limit that I didn't even know was there...and then I proceeded to throw a tantrum like a little baby.
I've been coughing for almost a week. We all know how annoying a cough is, right? Especially at bedtime, when you lay down with a fierce desire for sleep but instead just cough and cough and cough.
Last night after coughing for 30 minutes or so, I reached a breaking point. I got out of bed and stormed into the kitchen for a drink of water.
When I got to the kitchen, my water glass was not where I had left it earlier in the evening. Being the mature, reasonable adult that I am, I banged my open hands repeatedly and extremely hard on the counter.
That makes sense, right?
An immediate pain alerted me that I had broken a blood vessel in my thumb which was now bleeding out under my skin while turning into a lovely hematoma. I didn't even know I could bang my hands hard enough to do that. (I have been working out.)
It hurt. I was frustrated. I cried.
I started pacing around the bedroom, crying while holding my hurt thumb, and of course still coughing. I'm sure Cody thought I had completely lost my mind. Maybe I had. Can excessive coughing cause temporary insanity?
I eventually calmed down. I grabbed a cough drop and thankfully the Nyquil I had taken earlier started to kick in so I finally fell asleep.
Today my coughing has been much less. But I have a painful bruise on my thumb that has caused me some grief. Can't blame anyone but myself for that.