The thing is that I don't really feel sick. Rather, it feels like I have a bit of crud that I can't quite cough out of my system. Certainly the smoke from the fires--although I haven't noticed it lately--didn't help.
I should also note that this sort of upper respiratory inflammation and cough is working on my imagination as well. I can almost feel the alien infestation working its way through my body. ... This is probably not the best time to be watching Stranger Things. [Who am I kidding? I'd watch Stranger Things on my deathbed.]
I have a routine doctor's appointment on Friday, so I can ask her about it then. I just want it to go away.