The poor lady next to me on the plane coughed 61 times during our flight. How do I know this? Because it kept me awake, and instead of counting sheep, I counted her coughs. It was a tough situation for her, really. It's miserable not coughing when you feel the urge, and I could tell she was holding it in. Although I don't know how much was left to hack up, as every cough sounded like little pieces of her lungs were coming up.
Poor lady. I guess I know what to expect when I start to feel sick in the next few days.