Bronchitis, more fun than a punch in the head!

If you wish me ill for having a charmed life, you will appreciate this:
I have had a horrible case of bronchitis since Florida (April 28). It’s that horrible cough my mom calls “wall rattling”. It gives most people the creeps and they assume I have been a dedicated smoker most of my life. My abs are sore beyond what any personal trainer could inflict, my lungs are bruised and scarred, my head is sore from the sound echoing in there, I have muscle spasms in my lower back, and when I cough it feels like Chuck Norris is karate chopping me in the sternum. It feels like I have titanium cob webs in my lungs. I think long walks help, at least it makes me cough up a lot of stuff, but scares the people within ear shot, and I estimate that to be 2 kilometers.
The worst is over. For about 10 days I would have coughing fits and my esophagus would go into a spasm and it was impossible to in-hail, causing terrifying fears of passing out in the worst places (public toilet in Spain with a line of tourists). I got that under control by holding my breath, I am not sure if that is better. During the worst o f it I was barely sleeping, and to sleep I had to prop myself up on 3 pillows, laying flat was impossible. I almost sleep through the night now, only wake 2 or 3 times coughing. But now I have a snotty nose along with the cough. Thankfully the yacht owner is a doctor, so it doesn’t bother him too much. Everyone aboard says the cough sounds better, they are used to it by now, it is part of my charm.