I mentioned in my “Insights from Three Roads to the Alamo” post that I might be getting sick. And I did get sick again. It didn’t seem too bad, just your typical cold/flu symptoms that settled in and stayed. And stayed. Though I rested, took copious amounts of vitamin C and natural supplements, as well as some synthetic medicine, I kept spiking fevers–the highest came close to 104 degrees. And I developed this violent, hacking cough that wouldn’t fade and that kept me awake at night. I spent the week pretty much like this:
Did I mention I have a compromised immune system? Makes sickness a little more threatening for me, and finally, Dad decided I needed to see a doctor. (He made the decision because I was too sick to think straight.) So I went on Wednesday. I figured the doc would examine me, prescribe some antibiotics, and that would be it.
Instead, she examined me and sent me for a chest X-ray. The verdict? I had pneumonia.
I remember thinking, “Well, this will be interesting later.” I also remember feeling too sick to adequately process the information; it was mostly a “Pneumonia? Wow. Okay,” reaction. Fortunately, the doctor did not want to admit me to the hospital just yet (I’ve been to the hospital four times in the past ten years and had no wish to repeat the experiences) and she prescribed several home treatments. She gave me one breathing treatment right there in the examining room, and that provided instant relief.
So I’ve taken all medications faithfully, and when I went back to the doctor yesterday, she saw some improvement. She also said I needed to rest until this illness is completely gone. This could take another one to two weeks. On the one hand, I’ve been tired for a very long time and don’t mind the idea of rest, especially since it would provide reading and writing time. On the other, it means I won’t be able to fulfill any obligations at church for a while, and won’t be able to do my share of the work around the house. Which bugs me because I have an overdeveloped sense of duty and hate not being able to do my job.
Anyway, I’m feeling better now and definitely healing. And after thinking about it, I really don’t mind taking it easy for a week or two. 🙂