Sleeping Sickness?

For the first ten days home from the hospital I was unable to sleep more than two hours at a time. Coughing kept waking me up and laying down seemed nearly impossible. For the past three days I have slept about eighteen hours each day. I did wake up this morning at four with a coughing attack that actually got my chest aching. You can still here congestion in my lungs and I cough up so much stuff on an hourly basis. I must be continueing to make it. Lat night I also woke up drenched from head to toe, even the sheets. This concerns me as it kept happening when I had the infected heart valve. I see the pulmonologist on Thursday. She has me scheduled to return to work March 7th. Right now that feels so close. Of course, if necessary, that date can be pushed back. I find that each bout of this illness leaves me weaker and the recovery slower and more difficult. I have learned that I have small lungs, that they no longer yield a normal x ray even when I am doing well. When I was in the hospital I was in "serious" condition. I wish there were a magic pill I could take to guarantee I not have to go through this again. Not being able to breathe is miserable. Coughing until you gag is miserable.
I feel isolated here but I am not up to going anywhere or visiting people. Tonight a neighbor showed up with a few bags of fresh produce and fruit and cheese. I so appreciated that gesture of thoughtfulness.
Today is my sister's birthday. Thursday is Rob's. I sent my sister a card and check last week. I am trying to think of something for Rob. My brain seems disconnected. I know, this too shall pass.