Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Am Sick, Kiddos.

Well, it's pneumonia. It's mild, fortunately, so there'll be no hospital stay and no cancelled holiday plans. Okay, there's a teensy chance I won't be getting better by our flight time on Saturday, but I can always go in on Friday if that's the case, and see what we can do about it. Anyway, all the drama rama was true! Ha!

It was excruciating to smile and nod and be unable to talk to people most of the time for fear that if I tried to speak I'd dissolve into coughing and fall short of breath again. Every time speech was unavoidable, my entire body tensed up as I carefully pushed air over my larynx, wincing as I spoke. Oh, and when the doctor asked me to blow out my breath forcefully while he had the stethoscope up to my lungs, I thought I was going to smack him. Um, hello, NOT HAPPENING. It was the most pathetic exhale ever. It took a couple of hours, chest x-ray and all, but I finally walked out with cough syrup with codeine in it ("Do not drive while taking this cough syrup!), an inhaler for the breathing issues, and two-week's worth of antibiotics. Weeee! We'll see how all this goes, but I thought I'd let you know I finally got the tools for recovery. God bless modern medicine!

1 comment:

Jackscolon said...

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