Last night was my first full night's sleep since February 7th! It was amazing.
Back to work today (also my first day back since the 7th) and it feels nice to, you know, wear clothes and go outside for more than a few hours. I was starting to get sick-bed depressed. Like 1pm, blackout curtains drawn, watching the A-Team depressed while I coughed till I bled.
Still a bit goopy and with a slight cough, and exhausted (though in a more "I'm tired" way as opposed to "I'm dying").
This was a real humdinger, as the kids say here in the year of our lord 1950.