I am, for all of you who have asked, much better today, thank you. Muuuuuuuuuuch better.
Apparently I alarmed my poor husband, because he did come home to get Indy from school, and when he arrived home I was sleeping on the couch and he couldn’t remember the last time I was sick enough to give up trying to push through and just went to sleep on the couch. Evidently he went back to work and told people I’d been sleeping on the couch and they said “so?” and he was like, “no, you don’t understand. catie NEVER. DOES THAT.”
He told me this evening that if I’d said this morning he needed to stay home to bring Indy to school, he would have done that, and then he would have brought me to the doctor. I said I’d have waited until Thursday to go to the doctor myself, but it seems me sleeping on the couch for five hours of the day is Very Alarming Behaviour and Ted was having None Of It.
Anyway, although I was skeptical about sleeping after resting on the couch so much, I went to bed before 9pm and slept 10 hours with a brief wake-up at 1 to use the bathroom; I’d drunk a 750ml Lucozade (Gatorade, basically) during the day, which caused Indy to say, thoughtfully, “You’ll have to pee a lot tonight.” *laughs* I also thought, at that time, “Thank God for Night Nurse,” which is the Irish equivalent of NyQuil only it still has an active ingredient in it and is therefore worth taking, and then I went right back to sleep. And I was about 90% better this morning one way or another, and I’m still coughing but am otherwise pretty good this evening, so he didn’t have to bring me to the doctor.
Poor Indy has the cold now, though. :/