It’s early in the morning. I’m laying on my left side. Comfortable. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake. I notice a sound.
It’s a high-pitched, melodious sort of whistling sound.
And it’s coming from my throat. Every time I exhale.
Right in the area of my voice box, something is causing the air to whistle when I exhale.
Well, that was it for sleeping. I got up and immediately started coughing. See, usually it’s the NIGHT time when I get all congested and phlegmy from swallowing bits of food and drink and saliva down my windpipe during the day. But when I went to bed last night, I was about as uncongested as I can ever remember being in recent weeks.
The noise has stopped, but I’ve spent the better part of this morning hacking up nastiness from my lungs.
I’ve done a bit of research on this, and it seems to have something to do with my Parkinson’s disease advancing, now affecting the muscle control of my larynx, vocal cords and epiglottis (the little flap that is SUPPOSED to keep food and liquid out of your air pipes). I was talking with my Mom yesterday and all of a sudden my larynx just plain shut down. It was hard to take a breath, and for about 30 seconds all I could do was croak. But it cleared up.
I guess I was just secreting mucus like a CHAMPION during the night, and didn’t have the muscular control in my chest and larynx and trachea to do anything about it.
Gail has, again, offered to pick up some Liquid Plumber to “clean my pipes.” She’s thoughtful that way.
So, let’s all add a new one to the symptom pile! And let’s start a pool to pick a date when I finally choke to death on a piece of salami.