Still can't breathe right

Having spent yesterday morning wondering whether I could even be bothered to blog anymore, I am now considering the possibility of posting EVERY DAY in 2024... I am nothing if not inconsistent in my enthusiasm.
I don't really mean every day of the year, of course, as I think my efforts would be watered down and not worth reading. Quality, not quantity, and all that. But I am aware that one of the challenges that I've considered several times and never gotten around to achieving is to post something every day in one particular calendar month. It feels, and sounds, like it should be easily achievable, and yet somehow I have never got round to doing it. I've come pretty close a couple of times, but it's still an unfulfilled ambition and a burning desire. So maybe this is the year? February would seem to be the obvious month to target, being shorter than its contemporaries, but I might forget about the idea by then, so why not give it a go in January? I mean - this is two in the first two days, so I've given myself a good start...

In other news, I am still coughing like a dying walrus. I do wonder just how much phlegm one person is able to produce before he simply dehydrates and withers away to nothingness. I'm not sure that the antibiotics are doing what they are supposed to, but I'm also worried about what might happen when I stop taking them tomorrow. I had an occasion once (at uni, I think, when I wasn't exactly living a life full of vitamins and self-care) where a bad throat infection was being barely held at arm's length by amoxycillin, and two days after the course ended, I was back at the doctors with a temperature, and tonsils that were so swollen they were almost touching.
"Hmmm, we didn't quite get it all, did we?" spoke the doctor, before prescribing me another two weeks-worth of drugs that tore exhausted me and tore my digestive tract to shreds.
Ah, memories...

RC 2-1-23