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So, I haven't been blogging so much lately, and I miss it. I sat down and started figuring out what I've been doing with my time (other than going to see Quin) and I realized that one big change is that I've been watching TV on hulu a lot more.
Since I'd rather be blogging and reading than watching TV, I decided to cut back on the television. I can watch a show only when I'm doing my exercises, and that's it. This may mean I have to cut back on the number of shows I watch, but hopefully not. I don't watch a lot anyway: Bones, Fringe, Eureka, White Collar and Supernatural, and most of those don't all release at the same time. (Heck, Eureka's been on hiatus since Christmas!)
Of course, right after I made this decision, two weeks ago, I got sick and did nothing BUT watch TV. Tonight, though, I'm back to my lack of TV! (If you read between the lines, you might notice I've been sick then for TWO WEEKS. EUGH. First flu, then pneumonia. More on that later.) Since I'm back to my lack of TV, and since I'm eating dinner at the moment (ergo, not lifting weights) I find I suddenly need something to do.
Something like blogging. :D
So, I got pneumonia. Well, first I got the flu from HELL. I'm not kidding you. I came home from visiting Quin on a Saturday night, and by about 10 my throat was hurting. I went to bed and woke up already sick -- sick enough that I thought, "This can't be right," and went to work. I usually ditch work at the first sign of a sniffle, so for me to be sick enough that it basically impairs my judgment is pretty damn sick.
By that afternoon (as in, 1pm) I had a fever in the hundreds. :( And so the rest of the week went, minus the attempting to go to work. By Saturday, when I was feeling better but definitely not good, I called a client who's an MD. She diagnosed me with pneumonia over the phone (you need an x-ray for a definitive diagnoses, but she asked me a battery of questions, listened to me cough, and said, "Well, I could be wrong, but I never have been..." so I'm inclined to think she's right) and prescribed me some antibiotics. Saturday afternoon and Sunday I crashed HARD, but by Monday things were looking up.
I'm still being careful, but the antibiotics have definitely kicked in, and I'm winning. Yay! Now, all of that was mostly to tell you this:
I'm so glad I got pneumonia.
No, fever didn't kill my brain cells. Every time something really awful happens, I'm reminded of how very lucky I am in friends and family. Even before it was pneumonia, when it was just the death flu, I had help coming out my ears. I have a really hard time accepting help, much less asking for it, but it was practically shoved on me -- which was what I needed. A sort-of colleague, Sheila-the-dog-walker, took my dogs walking for me. My friend DoctorLady got me dog food and groceries. Quin paid for the groceries and gave DoctorLady the head's up that something was wrong, and a list of foods. My MD client gave me free medical help so I didn't go broke getting to a doctor. My mom offered to fly up the instant I said the word "Pneumonia" (literally; she interrupted and everything!), multiple people offered to bring me soup and check in on me, Quin came down and cleaned up and gave me TLC -- it was pretty amazing.
It's so easy to have something awful happen and focus on how awful it is, how shitty I feel, the dogs bouncing off the walls, the screaming bird, the laundry piling up, the rapidly depleting funds, the sleeplessness, the exhaustion -- you know how it goes. But really, though all of that happened, the amazing part is the people around me.
I'm so lucky to have all these wonderful, caring people around me. It reminds me that the world is bursting with goodness, despite all the horrible things we hear going on. My life is pretty awesome. :)
J
Since I'd rather be blogging and reading than watching TV, I decided to cut back on the television. I can watch a show only when I'm doing my exercises, and that's it. This may mean I have to cut back on the number of shows I watch, but hopefully not. I don't watch a lot anyway: Bones, Fringe, Eureka, White Collar and Supernatural, and most of those don't all release at the same time. (Heck, Eureka's been on hiatus since Christmas!)
Of course, right after I made this decision, two weeks ago, I got sick and did nothing BUT watch TV. Tonight, though, I'm back to my lack of TV! (If you read between the lines, you might notice I've been sick then for TWO WEEKS. EUGH. First flu, then pneumonia. More on that later.) Since I'm back to my lack of TV, and since I'm eating dinner at the moment (ergo, not lifting weights) I find I suddenly need something to do.
Something like blogging. :D
So, I got pneumonia. Well, first I got the flu from HELL. I'm not kidding you. I came home from visiting Quin on a Saturday night, and by about 10 my throat was hurting. I went to bed and woke up already sick -- sick enough that I thought, "This can't be right," and went to work. I usually ditch work at the first sign of a sniffle, so for me to be sick enough that it basically impairs my judgment is pretty damn sick.
By that afternoon (as in, 1pm) I had a fever in the hundreds. :( And so the rest of the week went, minus the attempting to go to work. By Saturday, when I was feeling better but definitely not good, I called a client who's an MD. She diagnosed me with pneumonia over the phone (you need an x-ray for a definitive diagnoses, but she asked me a battery of questions, listened to me cough, and said, "Well, I could be wrong, but I never have been..." so I'm inclined to think she's right) and prescribed me some antibiotics. Saturday afternoon and Sunday I crashed HARD, but by Monday things were looking up.
I'm still being careful, but the antibiotics have definitely kicked in, and I'm winning. Yay! Now, all of that was mostly to tell you this:
I'm so glad I got pneumonia.
No, fever didn't kill my brain cells. Every time something really awful happens, I'm reminded of how very lucky I am in friends and family. Even before it was pneumonia, when it was just the death flu, I had help coming out my ears. I have a really hard time accepting help, much less asking for it, but it was practically shoved on me -- which was what I needed. A sort-of colleague, Sheila-the-dog-walker, took my dogs walking for me. My friend DoctorLady got me dog food and groceries. Quin paid for the groceries and gave DoctorLady the head's up that something was wrong, and a list of foods. My MD client gave me free medical help so I didn't go broke getting to a doctor. My mom offered to fly up the instant I said the word "Pneumonia" (literally; she interrupted and everything!), multiple people offered to bring me soup and check in on me, Quin came down and cleaned up and gave me TLC -- it was pretty amazing.
It's so easy to have something awful happen and focus on how awful it is, how shitty I feel, the dogs bouncing off the walls, the screaming bird, the laundry piling up, the rapidly depleting funds, the sleeplessness, the exhaustion -- you know how it goes. But really, though all of that happened, the amazing part is the people around me.
I'm so lucky to have all these wonderful, caring people around me. It reminds me that the world is bursting with goodness, despite all the horrible things we hear going on. My life is pretty awesome. :)
J