….and then I wound up with pneumonia.
I guess I could have written a post sooner. I mean, I’ve spent basically this entire week feeling well enough that I’m working.. but last week? Yeah, last week I had pneumonia.
I could feel it coming on during work on Monday. I had all the tell tale signs that I was going to be sick… not just kinda sick, but really sick. I had aches. I had that feeling in my arms and thighs that I get right before a fever comes on, the kind of restless-I’ve-got-to-move-them-or-I’ll-scream sensation which drove me crazy all day. I coughed. It felt like a thick slab of slime had taken up residence in my chest.
So, at the end of my work day, I drove myself to Walmart, stocked up on cold remedies, decongestant, mucus thinner, and cough suppressant and hoped my suspected sinus infection (when I get sick, that’s usually what it is) wouldn’t be so horrible that I would have to stay home from work. I got home and I took a nap, I was exhausted from the sheer will it took to go to Walmart instead of straight home. By morning, I was too sick to work.
I don’t mess around with sinus infections. If I let them linger too long, I wind up sick for a month. I have sinus issues and an infection just lingers with me. So I called the doctor and made an appointment. Because of the way I was aching all over, he made me take a flu test… which means they shoved a q-tip up both nostrils… not just a little ways either. When your sinuses are already killing you, trust me, that’s the LAST thing you want. It hurt. I cried. They gave me antibiotics and sent me home.
Wednesday night I would have driven myself to the hospital if I could have. I was in misery. My fever was killing me. I couldn’t breathe.
Thursday I went to the doctor again. They took chest x-rays and found pneumonia. I came home with a different antibiotic and a promise that I’d be feeling better soon.
Friday I felt nearly human again.
Saturday I did some work around the house.
Sunday I felt like crap.
Monday I went to work and came home and slept.
And gradually this week, I’ve begun feeling more and more “normal.” I still have an alarming amount of cough going on, but comparatively, I’m doing well.
Pneumonia. I would never have guessed that would be something I’d wind up getting.
I’m left feeling like I lost a week of my life. I came back to work and it was as if the previous week just didn’t happen (well except for the massive pile of papers to grade). I keep thinking the date is 7 days earlier than it really is. Spring break, the last week of March, is suddenly almost here and I’m left thinking “where the heck did March go?”