I told myself when I sat at the computer this morning to write an entry, that I couldn’t talk anymore about coughing (and how much it sucks) or the exhaustion I’m feeling at being up all night coughing. And then I just stared at the blank screen because those are the only things I can think about. This previously innocent allergy-induced throat tickle has turned into a chest-pain-causing raging cough that has kept me at the 3-4 hour sleep mark for three nights in a row.
So, this morning? I called my OB.
I am “allowed” to take plain Robittussin (not the DM kind) and they wanted me to get pneumonia ruled out. The story is long and involved but essentially brought me to this point: I’m still coughing. There’s a bit in there somewhere about me crying at the doctor’s office because a certain doctor kinda made me feel like a dumbass (I’m NOT A DOCTOR) and I might have cried again later on the phone to the receptionist at the other doctor’s office. But none of those stories have good closure yet because I’m waiting to hear back from a nurse and the stories essentially boil down to this: I’m pregnant. My hormones are raging. I haven’t slept well in three nights. I’M CRYING AT EVERYTHING. LEAVE ME ALONE.
So. Still coughing. Still tired.
Update from 2020: Is it COVID? (Just kidding. I remember this period of non-stop coughing and no sleep and it was TERRIBLE.)