It turns out I don't have a cold. I have freaking bronchitis. So does my mom. I haven't had bronchitis since I was little (I don't think).
It's so fun!
My mom went to the doctor earlier. I didn't go because I had the exact same symptoms other than shortness of breath. The doctor said we both have it, and that's it's going around (so WATCH OUT) but my mom's is worse because of her asthma. Which means she feels shittier than I do, so she must be feeling reeeeeeeally bad.
Seriously, I don't know when I slipped into some dimension where November equals complete and utter HELL on earth, but I'd like to go back now, please.