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Gag

I do not know what to do about my mucus drainage issues. 
Unless I'm pounding glycopyrrolate, an anti-cholinergic medication (dries secretions), I'm swimming in mucus with my back teeth floating. Well, tonight is like that. I cannot swallow it faster than it's pouring down my throat. It is, literally, gagging me!

I'm distressed to try to figure out what to do. I mean, I take enough to staunch the flow, then I deal with cotton-mouth, hesitant pee, and constipation. Oh, and the salt-crusting at the sides of my mouth and eyes, burning eyeballs, and severely-receded gums.

What is the lesser of two evils, trying to end my life? What can grant me the better quality of life? It's getting to be a narrowing path.

And, yet, I can still find joy and a reason to keep living. Hmmm, who knew I was an optomist!?

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