Spitting

I wish that someone had taught me to spit properly when I was a kid. If I knew how, I would be able to get rid of this terrible phlegm without having to gag myself to death over the sink. It makes me ill that J can just sniff up, do that weird back of the throat noise and then spit it out...same thing if he has to cough. I am stuck with tears running down my eyes, my tongue hanging out over the sink trying not to bring lunch up with the rest of it....grrr, sometimes I hate being a girl.