The cold caught up with me on Thanksgiving Day. I was feverish and miserable all that long weekend, and then recovered the following week - only to relapse last Friday seriously, and stay down with the sickness all weekend. Last night I was keeping myself up coughing - and consequently irritating the cat, who decamped from her usual spot next to me for the couch with an indignant glare; my illness is clearly not convenient for her. I tried sitting up, I tried laying down - whatever I did, sticky phlegm was rattling around in my lungs.
...and then it just stopped. What happened? Did I suddenly cough out the last of it? Did my tired bronchioles just give out on being irritated? Mysterious. At least I finally got to sleep.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired - I'm quite ready to get over this.