My lack of involvement in the blog world is due to the fact that my cold turned into bronchitis, which turned into pneumonia over this past week. So I’ve been basically trying not to curl into a ball and die.
It meant another trip to the ER, dragged by my mother.
(Ya’ll remember how much I love hospitals, right? I’ll just skip on down there all on my own)
It was awful. My pulse was crazy high, my BP crazy high, my x-ray showed a compromised section of lung that has me at reduced breathing capacity (i.e. the pneumonia). The woman who did the IV prick sucked at it.
Today is first day back and at work. Technically I’m not fully recovered yet (still not at full lung capacity). It’s sucking a lot. This level of exhaustion is puzzling to me. I tend to be someone who can pull energy outta my butt if necessary and that ability has completely deserted me. It’s frustrating and disheartening and I hate it.
I hate having auto-immune condition. Basically every little tiny illness I get turns into something ginormous.
I’ve never had pneumonia before and my only memory of it is when I was young and my dad got double pneumonia (it’s a real thing) and almost died in the hospital. And I was terrified and sad and begging the universe to just let him live and I’d be a good girl just like he wanted.
It was that first moment where I knew that despite his distance and our issues, I love him no matter what and it will break my heart if he ever goes anywhere.
Good news is the man has been like an ox since then and has waaaaaay better health than me, so he’ll probably outlive me.
Anyway, I hope all of you are doing well.
I’ll have a much more interesting post once I’m able to breath without wheezing and bubbling.
Much love to all ❤
pen, paper, and crazy 