Down But Not Out

I believe I'm pretty much invinsable -- I can weather almost any type of storm in my life and still hit the ground running. That was until pneumonia came to rest in my right lung last Saturday. By Sunday evening I knew I was in trouble and headed to my local Instacare.



The Instacare staff was kind and quick. Two very unusal qualities for an urgent care on a Sunday evening. After a quick exam, xray, and a brief chat with doctor of the results -- right middle lobe pneumonia. I was out the door with a prescription for some pricey antibiotics at the all night pharmacy. I figured I'd be fine -- usually I rally pretty quickly when I'm ill. That was not the case this time.

Monday I went to work after sleeping until 930 -- I don't have to be to work until 1030 so I made it on time. Charles had to deliver a load in the morning and then was going to work on our taxes. When I left work late at 7:30 Charles called and asked what was for dinner -- I could have smacked him. Part of me wanted to scream "HELLO open up a %$#@ can of soup and heat it up!". Instead I picked up pizza. When I got home I threw it on the table and went to bed. Tuesday was pretty much the same as Monday only I had something ready in the crock pot. Wednesday it was a mistake to go to work -- I couldn't talk my poor coworkers endured having me there. I kept saying I was fine and did not want to go home because Charles was still doing the taxes. I'd rather be anywhere but at home during tax week.

My sweet boss Traci kept asking if I was sure I didn't want to go home. Teri was kind enought to pick me up since Charles had to take Jon to an event at his school and had the car. I walked in the door, into our room to find that the taxes were everywhere on our bed. Zachary is still sleeping in our room (more on the evils of co sleeping at a later date) so next to our bed is a crib matress on the floor. All I wanted to do was sleep -- I had a fever, a worse cough and felt dizzy. I pulled on my warm jammies because by now I was freezing and laid down. Buddy cuddled up next to me and we were out. Charles work me up later to a clean side of the bed and I went back to sleep.

Thursday I called in dead to work. Traci was glad that I had come to my senses that I was sick. I had an appt with Reid in the afternoon and even tried to get in early. Sydney's home care nurse thought that I might have pneumonitis or pneumosistis pneumonia from being on the oral chemo and having a weekend immune system. All I could think was there is no way in heck that I am getting admitted to the hospital. Not again! I had another chest xray, more antibiotics, magic cough syrup and instructions not to take my chemo (opps), stay in bed, and do nothing.

I saw Reid again on Monday and I will see him on Thursday. I feel a ton better but am really tired. My cough is still here -- I sound like I'm a smoker. Maybe I'll get done with the antibiotics and feel great!