It's 1:15 am and I have all but given up on sleeping ever again. Every time I lie down - even with lots of pillows propping me up - I start to couch up a storm. I managed to doze off a few times - and sorry for the TMI - but only to awake a few minutes later hacking up a lung with lots of vomit and acid in my mouth. I am MISERABLE.
I woke up Rich at midnight and he called the on-call Dr. who truly could not have been more dismissive and mean. I was already feeling like a douche for calling. I mean, I have a darn cold, and while I have never felt quite this bad from a cold, it is in the end just a cold. Still, the Dr. might have asked me a question or two.. Instead I stammered on about coughing and being sick and she told me to just call in the morning. I clearly felt a little humiliated to be calling, but I am feeing desperate. I hung up the phone and sobbed and sobbed and now I'm sitting here, having sent Rich to bed, wanting desperately to sleep, wondering how on earth I will function this week.
I hate to moan on this blog but I feel utterly miserable and dejected, and the thought of hanging out like this until morning makes me want to weep.
I'm feeling extremely sorry for myself...