The other day, the wife told me that "I hate to see you suffer like this, dear. Any time you feel like just letting go, it's okay with me." That beats the heck out of the "DROP DEAD, YOU BASTARD" that I used to hear any time we had a serious disagreement.

When I coughed this morning, it felt "different." I didn't have to struggle to bring it up, which was good. Problem is, it was a bright, foamy red, which is NOT good. My nurse comes today, so we'll see what she has to say.
Gotta go for now. Time to lie down again for a bit.
See ya!