Terror level: mentholated

I was at my desk with a coughdrop in my mouth when I had a coughing fit. The fit as so forceful that could feel the coughdrop hit my palm as it flew out of my mouth. When I finished coughing I looked around and saw no coughdrop. No coughdrop my desk, no coughdrop stuck to the front of my shirt or my pants, no coughdrop inside my shirt or inside my shirtpocket or pants pockets. No coughdrop on the floor. No coughdrop stuck inside my moustache. I went to men's room and checked myself in the mirror, but still no coughdrop. I think I must swallowed it because that's the only place I can't check.

Oh, how I wish I had a coughdrop-detecting MRI here. Or would a CAT scan be better? Maybe a PET scan. I suppose if the coughdrop were irradiated, it'd be easy to pick up on an MRI, but the coughdrop wasn't irradiated, unless there's something about cherry-flavored echinacea they're not telling me.

What's especially troublesome about this disappearing coughdrop is that if it didn't end up inside me, one of my co-workers will spot the coughdrop before I do and I'll look silly. My future embarrassment is a ticking timebomb and the longer until it goes off, the louder the ticking, the worse the explosion. I'll be lucky to get any sleep tonight, and I'll be lucky to avoid institutionalization tomorrow night. The night after that, I'll be lucky to be alive.

Fucking coughdrop.