My husband wanted to call our mothers, but what would have been the point? It would only make them upset. We discussed emergency ward, but decided he was too tired and I was breathing and we'd just call our doctor in the morning. It took me an hour to get back to sleep - not out of fear, just out of wide awakeness. And the need to sleep without actually lying down fully. I propped my pillows on my windowsill (my bed is under a window) which gave me enough lift to breathe.
I called the doctor, and made an appointment for this afternoon after work, because I'm working today. I may be working tomorrow, too. I'm filling in, you see. So I have to come in.
At this point, my chest hurts from coughing, my lungs feel full, the way they felt when I had walking pneumonia, although I'm breathing a lot easier than I did then, and I'm tired.