One of my belated Christmas gift this year, was a lovely chest cold. You know them. They’re the really lovely cold that make it feel like a small hippopotamus is sitting on your upper chest and squeezing your lungs. It’s also the cold that bring on the invasion of the “Mucous Monster”. This nasty little creature add to the tightness and causes you to feel like you’re donating a lung everyday because you can stop the hacking cough! You start to lose your voice, and you can feel the monster sitting on your vocal chords. If you’re really lucky, when you cough, you’ll get the taste of hard, icky sputum on your back taste buds. But it’s just a tease, no matter how much it feels like you’re going to throw up with the force of the coughing, you can’t bring the special nugget of mucous forward to join the spittoon contest just yet. Then, when you’ve gladly moved on to nicer times (ie. cough free times), you all of a sudden feel the urge to clear your throat, and LO! AND BEHOLD! the mucous loosens and you have to drop everything, run to the sink, toilet, or whatever and expel the offending “mini monster” post haste.
If this lovely dance isn’t enough, you must also build up a arsenal of cough mixtures to fight the “Mucous Monster”.
My personal artillery consisted of Buckley’s and Benylin Mucous and Phlegm. No amount of training could have prepared me for the taste! Both are equally piquant, in unique ways. The Buckley’s make me feel like I have finally given in to irrational thought and have decided to drink a mixture of bleaching hair dye, Vick’s VapoRub, and tree sap. The Benylin is more like swilling down a variation of Varasol and cherry Koolaid, that just seems to tweak your stomach just a little. Worst of all, I cannot attack the monster with both at the same time. It is either my sword or my shield that can be wheeled at any given time. The Buckley’s shield suppressed the cough, and the Benylin sword attacks the mucous. And I am stuck using one or the other, or neither, and somehow never thwarting the Monster!
Thus has been my struggle for the last seven days. It has caused me many a rough, sleep-deprived night and many a cranky day, exacerbated by a non-stop scheduling and the persistent feeling that I’ve swallowed sandpaper. But hear this “Mucous Monster”. One day my body will be victorious! You will be expectorated in a radical fashion! You shall no longer live victoriously in the annals of my respiratory tract, and you will be gone until we take up the fight in the next cold season. BE GONE FORTHWITH VILE ABOMINATION, I BID THEE GONE!






