I called the appointing line for pregnant military dependents for several hours today before finally getting through. Normally (meaning non-pregnancy times), you call the appointment line and get an automated message letting you know how long you'll have to wait til a live person helps you. But when you get pregnant, you can only get permission to see the doc from one poor nurse who is on the phone, fielding calls non-stop. I eventually gave up and called Patient Advocacy to at least leave a message. It's a ridiculous set up.
Anyway, rant aside, when the nurse had a chance to call me back, she agreed that I should be seen and have bronchitis or other serious ailments ruled out. I think what really got to her was that my active duty hubby is being awakened by my hacking, so it isn't just my sleep that is ruined. Hubby said I sound like Gollum at night, between the choking on the PND and the hacking and the groaning. (Apparently, I groan now in my sleep. Lovely.) He offered to record the noise to play for the doctor. I'll have to see if I can start muttering in the 3rd person when I talk in my sleep, too. *mwahaha* (I often talk in my sleep, according to him.)