about 5:40 AM
I had to turn that damn PS2 off, because it was louder than hell. I beat the cold with a bunch of blankets. The inhaler makes my heart race at, like, 140-something beats per minute. Of course, I fumbled with it the first time, and gave myself three sprays, instead of one. I've had trouble sleeping, to say the least, so when the dogs started barking, a minute ago, it was I who came to their rescue. A chattering squirrel woke them up–surprisingly, all they wanted to do was water the lawn and go back to sleep. I ate a chocolate mini-cupcake and came back upstairs. I feel almost entirely fine. All my discharges are clear or a very light yellow, and I'm having no trouble breathing. I guess when the doctor said he was giving me a stronger antibiotic, because I'd been sick for a week, he wasn't kidding. I think I'm going back to bed, for now...
In conclusion, it might have been an exaduration to tell the doctor I felt like a baby was sitting on my chest.
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