But I Have Achieved Antibiotics! With only a medium-sized amount of the usual runaround by medical professionals.
And in a few days I might be back to coherent at work! Whee! (More than six hours of sleep, in a whole unbroken run without coughing myself awake? Would be nice.)
Also, damnedchat, I blame you for the repeated waking-up-dream where I kept being amused by the fact that I *hadn't* dreamt about being stuck in the game. At least it made waking up over and over to cough up a lung slightly less dreary.
ETA: And Happy Evacuation Day, otherwise known as St. Patrick's Day everywhere that isn't Boston.
 (Apologies to the medical folk on the f'list, but I get really, really tired of doctors trying to convince me to play russian roulette with my gut and new antibiotics when I did all that back at age 13. Along with a ridiculous assortment of prescription cough medicines -- one week high, one week low, one week loopy, one week hyper, gah. Especially when I'm sick and I just want to be better and I know what will do it, I just can't prescribe it to myself and I've already waited most a week so that I could say I've been sick for 10 days because that's the magic number in their book.)