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Remember the immortal words of Marcus Cole. "I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, 'wouldn't it be much worse if life *were* fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them?' So now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe." You didn't do anything. Crap happens. It sucks. If we can help make it suck any less with distractions, audience for venting, and sympathy, we're here. *virtual hugs* ('cos virtual ones don't make anything hurt more, unlike real ones might)

And damn did it work. The Q is one of the best sleep aids of all the many drugs I take.

As mlooney has said before, that is more or less what this entire thread is for, as well as several others. So you're very welcome. Keep us posted!

I see what you did there…

For those of you people that think the AP guide is the say all, end all of modern usage, sorry, it's not. The Oxford comma is legally required. I don't care what the AP guide says.

Thank you. Very much obliged, especially now. Do you know how hard it is to cough when you've got a nebulizer mouthpiece in your mouth? You'd best aim away from your computer, or you're going to end up with ipratropium bromide on your keyboard. It's also best that you're not prone to hearing voices from nowhere, because I swear the nebulized solution is trying to form coherent words. Either that, or I'm picking up Mexican radio from the nebulizer unit ...

More like Mrs. Prof taking care of me at the moment, but I get the idea. I'll do my best. Thank you for letting me rant.

Good. Whatever this is, give it Hell from me. Take care of yourself and Mrs. Prof, please.

Back from my primary care doctor. Result one: I'm on a nebulizer, taking ipratropium bromide every 8 hours. Result two: I'm being referred to a pulmonologist. That's doctor number nine, for anyone who's keeping count. I didn't have this many when I was in ICU back in 2009. Result three: he doesn't want the back doctors doing any surgery on me while I've still got this laryngospasm cough. Too dangerous, he says, and in retrospect, I can see why he said so. No matter how much my back and right leg hurt, if I go into one of my coughing spasms while recovering from back surgery, I'll tear things all to hell, and then some. What the farking hell did I do to bring this onto myself? Huh? Can someone answer that? I am in full-on vent mode, and I've got my engine tuned to belch as much smoke as possible. I'm sorry, but there are just some things that tear the crap out of me, and today's events fall under that category. Damn it, who the smeg decided it was going to be "gang up on the Professor day" today? Well, by God, I am NOT going to take this lying down (actually, I probably will, thanks to the damned hydrocodone, but I won't go gentle into that good medicine coma). If someone wants to take me down, they're going to have to do it with me kicking and screaming as hard as my body and my laryngitis-afflicted voice box will allow. If this is going to be the death of me, it's going to have one hell of a fight on its hands getting me there. Thus endeth the rant. Go in whatever mood you choose.

In postdrome. With any luck no more for a week or so, but there is a front coming.

I got very freaking lucky. Knocked it down to "meh, I might have a headache, I don't know, maybe?" I'm not in postdrome, so it's possible that in a few hours I might be back to hating life, but right now it's a freaking win.

In honor of Earth Day, I shall be spending this entire day on Earth.