For anyone who follows my overly-melodramatic stories about my health:
After a single day of rest, I feel fine. This in itself is a blessing; when I catch a bad cold, it normally knocks me out for five days. Only a day of nasty symptoms is so unusual for me, I can’t remember the last time it occurred.
So I’m fine. Stop worrying. Go out there and change the world. Or at least the bed sheets.