Haven't been doing much, unless you include coughing. My bed seems to be the best place for me.
Dave, on the other hand, is equally sick, and he keeps plugging along, going to work, etc. That's the way he deals with illness, or stress, or most anything, I guess, he just keeps going, and going.
I need to rest and he needs to work, and we both get better eventually. I HOPE!
Thunder and Nick have been my nurses, Nick takes the night shift. When he hears me wheeze, he must think I am whistling for him, because he comes over and wakes me! Some nurse.
Thunder takes the day shift by finding a comfortable position on my chest and promptly falling asleep. Nothing like a 13 pound cat on your chest to make you breathe easy.