Wednesday, March 19, 2014
And, the doctor said...
All night long, when I breathed in, I had a low raspy sound. When I breathed out, I had a higher wheeze. Sometimes it woke me. I don't snore at all, or so I have been told. After a miserable afternoon today of the same and shallow fast breathing, I went to the church dinner, stuffed myself on spaghetti and a very nice salad of expensive salad greens. Then, at 6 pm, I went to the doctor.
He ordered xrays because he thought I had pneumonia. My temp was up. No, he said I had a "very bad, very serious case of bronchitis." For that, he changed my antibiotic to Levaquin and a prescription for an inhaler. Maybe I will get somewhat better by morning.
Dying of respiratory problems must be a very difficult death. I was not afraid I was going to die. It's just an afterthought as I write.
I am well-fed tonight. But, I still must get those carrots from the Crockpot. I need more Crockpots because I am inspired when I load up this very lovely one...lol. I am so sick and feeling ambitious beyond what I can actually do....just dreaming, I suppose.
Now, I must prepare the two mailings for my secret shopper job that was due last Friday and delayed every day by the company.
Spring arrives at 11:57 am on Thursday. I will commemorate it in some way. After this horrid winter, I need to do something special and uplifting. Since it is supposed to be in the high 60s Thursday and in mid 70s on Friday, this will at least be a good two days. Yay!
No proofing on this post, either. I am just too tired.
Have you had something just get worse even with antibiotics? What are you going to do to commemorate the first day of Spring?