My family has listened to me cough for years; Jeffrey runs and gets me a glass of water. Strangers listen to me cough and ask if I'm going to live. Every time I've gone to the Dr. for the last 6 years I have complained about my cough. She'd say, 'have you tried this?' and I'd try a new medication. FINALLY she ran out of things to try and sent me to an allergist.
Today I found out that I am not allergic to anything! Nada; no reactions to any of the allergens. Turns out I have a 'sensitive upper respiratory track' and will have to live with it; but there are medications that can help. So I'm on steroids for 11 days; antihistamines/decongestants (2 a day) and 2 different nasal sprays. We'll see if it goes away so that I can sing in church again.
The picture? That's flooding from tropical storm Claudette in 1979. The cutie is Melissa our oldest. Later I learned it was dangerous to play in flood waters in the south. This picture was taken in our drive way; the water stopped a few feet from the garage door. Luckily we didn't see any water moccasins or alligators. Roger got his canoe out and took the neighbor children for rides and the men met at the end of the street with shovels and dug a ditch so the water could escape to the big drainage ditch behind our subdivision. Later we found out that the drainage pipes in our streets were blocked with debris.