The full-body cough is back. You may remember them from pre-COVID days, when people with bad coughs or a cold often felt free to move at large without embarrassment or mask.
At a writers’ festival a few weeks ago, the front rows of a session with two of my favourite authors appeared to move in sync with the heaving of someone who seemed to be sitting right behind me.
Feeling crook? Go to bed, not to work. Credit: iStock
The cough started like a tickle, a warning, a little breeze and a wheeze. A choking attempt to stop it from coming. Soon it was a heaving, barking sound, not unfamiliar to anyone who has the kind of cough that should keep you at home, or has lived with someone with whooping cough.
Each cough was exhausting to endure. It was so strong that I feared a flood of phlegm, vomit or blood would soon be projected over my back.
Source: Brisbane Times
