No antibiotics yet. I’d have to see the doctor again, and I don’t feel up to fighting my way past the gate-keeper who answers the phone. If the cough is still bad on Monday, I’ll have to stiffen my upper lip and do that.

I am getting better, if not nearly as quickly as I would like. I cough less often and not quite as hard, and the “breathing razor-blades” sensation has gone away. But I’m weak, bummed out, and easily distracted, sure signs that I’m not ready for prime time.