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Having a day of rest was supposed to make Scott better not worse. Sadly, the exhausting cold is now turning into a cough from hell, and he's trying to hack up a lung. I don't think either of us are getting much sleep tonight.

He has to go back to work on Monday. Tomorrow better help him. I'm not sure what to do. Our doctor doesn't have Sunday hours, and he can't go in on a work day.

I'm also terrified that I'm going to get it. I can't afford a cough. Those always set off my asthma in a big way. I need to be able to walk. I need to be able to keep up with Delia.

I'm less afraid of Delia getting it. That would be miserable, but I could cope.