Oh, joy...
Ha! Turns out that the innocent cold I had was really pneumonia.
After having spent a whole week with a fever, I finally decided to call a doctor. As the doctor showed up - she visited me at home, as I couldn't move without losing my breath - she diagnosed me with pneumonia after about one minute. I have never felt more sick and pathetic in my life. On top of that, I spent the entire evening vomiting due to having to eat antipyretics, which I'm not a big fan of.
I'm so happy that there are wonderful male persons in this world who not only help you throw up without saying "Eugh". but also that there are fathers who travel across the whole of Sweden to take care of their daughters.
And I'm happy that there is such a thing as antibiotics, or I would surely have been dead now.