It’s been a month now, officially, that I’ve had a chest rattling, wake-me-up-at-night cough.

Now, I’m not one for complaining, but it’s driving me (and my wife) crazy. The upside is that I’ve been able to catalogue the slightly different forms the cough has taken: chesty, throaty, sneezy, barky, tickly, phlegmy, and hoarse.

It’s like the seven dwarves, only with fluctuating mucous and discomfort levels.

And for as shitty as this month has been, their Disneyfied cartoony images superimposed onto my lungs have given me some comfort. But now I’m really really ready for it all to stop.