I’m a little stabby- amongst other things – right now.
I’m also enduring some horrible chest thing, coupled with a nasty sounding
laugh, cry, relate
I’m a little stabby- amongst other things – right now.
I’m also enduring some horrible chest thing, coupled with a nasty sounding
Seriously, who makes the bed? That’s why doonas were invented.
How do you feel about stopping to take a deep breath? That way you’ve got a full lung to start yelling with. Or perhaps belting the living heck out of something inanimate? Like, I dunno, the thomas train set that you’ve fallen over again?
Just a couple of thoughts.