November was terrible. I’ve been in bad shape for almost a month now. Diagnosis: pneumonia.
Got some masks. Not taking any chances since my son was hospitalized in November 2015 with pneumonia and it was scary as hell. It’s probably too little too late, so now I’m worried I’ve infected my family. 🙁 For a while I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. I suspected pneumonia, this was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There were a couple of days at work where I felt like I was not getting enough oxygen, there was pain on the left side of my chest, coughing, and I felt confused to the point where I wasn’t able to do basic math/money counting. I’ve never been a sick person (just the occasional cold), but 2017 has been an awful year for my health. First a chronic illness diagnosis in March, and now this. I feel absolutely terrible. I thought I felt a little relief from the chest pain and burning, but it still hurts and it still burns, to the point where I don’t think I’m improving even after antibiotics and steroids and an inhaler.
Friday after work Brandon came home with groceries specifically for me so he could take care of me all weekend because he’s finally got a whole two days off. He bought fancy bread and two cheeses for awesome grilled cheese, chunky chicken noodle soup and two other kinds of soups since he didn’t know what I was in the mood for. He also bought ice cream, and more cough syrup and tissues. He even remembered to move the Elf on the Shelf for Seth since I’ve been falling asleep super early the last week.
Not trying to brag. It’s just that sometimes I still don’t know how to handle that kind of love. He’s always doing that. Always. And, well, like I said… sometimes I’m just not used to it. I am a lucky girl, though.
The semester is almost over. I’m going to try and enjoy the holidays and focus on getting well.