May 3rd


Well, many blessings of the gods and goddesses upon GirlShawn. She was going to have me out to her place today and show me how to fix my car window, something she had to learn the hard way a long time ago apparently. We talked last night and she told me to go to a walk in clinic instead today. I kinda agreed to be nice but mid morning was still having the coughing fits that make me see stars and be lightheaded for a moment and I figured a week was enough.

I went into the Saturday walk in clinic at my local HMO. When the PA was standing in front of the exam table talking with me I started coughing, and instead of stars just went all white and fell back and when I woke up I was out of focus and didn't know where I was or what I was doing. I was so dizzy I told her the name of the diuretic I changed from a year ago when I mentioned my routine medications. I ended up with a chest x-ray, a breathing treatment, an Albuteral inhaler to use four times a day for a week, and an order to do nothing but rest. Diagnosis is walking pneumonia. By Monday, she said, if I was strong enough I could try to go to work, but if I wasn't strong enough, to keep resting.

I dropped off a bunch of stuff at Blockbuster on the way home and picked up two more comedies to be brain pablum for me. Called my boss on his cell and he said he could cope if I needed to be off, left it up to me for Monday. I told him I didn't want him to get used to getting along without me and that I would try to be there if I can.

On the way home I had another coughing fit, didn't pass out but started seeing stars and white lights and pulled over until I could breath normal again and know that my brain and muscles were getting oxygen again, and came directly home. I parked the car carefully, as I knew that it would be unmoved for a while.

I'm gonna go rest for a few minutes after typing this before I try to post it.

Edited to add post script - that makes a total of 8 times I've had to stop typing to rest since starting this little diary update. No, I'm not happy.



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