I slept almost, kinda, normally last night. My throat still is killing me, but again, even less coughing. Don't want to swallow. Don't want to talk. But I think I am starting to mend.
XW called this morning. S22 had told her about my woes, I think the coughing especially, since he hears a good bit of it. She gave me the name and number of a pulmonologist she knows at work. Since I'm coughing so much less, I don't think I will need to call. I would rather stay all coordinated through the one doc, unless I am clearly not getting better.
Then I went back to sleep, and had a dream. It didn't make a lot of sense, it was a dream after all, but somehow XW, I, the kids (and maybe some of their cousins, xw's side) were at some sort of event. I think the kids were supposed to be going home with xw. She got into a conversation with a doctor that was there (?) and I was sensing "something". So I was gathering up the kids so that I could take them, and she wouldn't have to stop. I found this pretty interesting.
