My lungs are smoldering.
I've spent the past week coughing, trying to dislodge an elephant that has taken up residence on my chest. My cough has gotten so severe I have now been exiled to sleeping on the couch so my husband can actually get some sleep.
It's one of those nice dry, barky coughs, that leaves your respiratory tract groaning under the friction. I'm pretty sure that friction has caused a few sparks that torched my lungs last night. They're smoldering this morning, a dull achy burn.
And yes, my stupid ass continues to smoke.