Hopefully...

I hope I'm not speaking too soon, but I think I'm finally winding down on this cold of mine. This cold wasn't particularly debilitating - certainly not any stronger than any other cold. It just lasted forever. As I write this, I've had it now for three weeks.

The worst part about it was that it developed into a cough. While fairly chronic during the day, the cough really seemed to enjoy the night life. Every night, as I put my head down on my pillow, something in my throat would awake and the coughing would begin. It would start off as a tickle, and I would try to convince myself that it wasn't even there. This would develop into a few gentle coughs to try and dislodge whatever was there. Before long, I was downstairs, hacking away, holding onto my now sore stomach - which isn't used to this, or any amount of exercise. Finally, I would prop myself up on the corner of the couch.

 The few times that I finally managed to fall asleep, it would last until about two in the morning - at which point I would break out into coughing fits again, lasting until my alarm went off at five A.M.

But the night before last, I managed to sleep all the way through until four in the morning. That was nearly six hours of uninterrupted sleep! And last night... well, I didn't do quite as well, but I'm hopeful. I'm hopeful...