Lung crud
It's a week later and still working on the Z-Pak antibiotics. Still swallowing a slug of the hydrocodone/homatropine syrup every four hours. Much of my day is in bed, with some of it up and about [on the mission of holding my torso vertical for 3 hours at a time rather than any other excuse].
I felt terrible about calling in sick this morning again, especially with the receptionist having called me about her being sick as well. The simple truth is that I have to be very very mentally sharp at work and I'm currently only having lucid thoughts for a few minutes at a time before - without warning - having to go to sleep again.
My love, by the way, to our in and out of town dinner guests a week ago. I didn't mean my last post to be accusatory.
Years ago when I first got this pneumonia I was living alone and had to post comments on live journal to find friends to bring me necessary things like food and kitty litter and stuff. Today I have a loving partner who meets me in the hallway at 3am when I cough myself awake. Holding onto realizations like that help a lot when feeling the miserables.
I promise to post more when I'm up and about, and will be more up and about about it. It's no time of pride to review my posting history and find that it has generally consisted of alternating "I hate George Bush" and "I'm sick again".
Love,
me
I felt terrible about calling in sick this morning again, especially with the receptionist having called me about her being sick as well. The simple truth is that I have to be very very mentally sharp at work and I'm currently only having lucid thoughts for a few minutes at a time before - without warning - having to go to sleep again.
My love, by the way, to our in and out of town dinner guests a week ago. I didn't mean my last post to be accusatory.
Years ago when I first got this pneumonia I was living alone and had to post comments on live journal to find friends to bring me necessary things like food and kitty litter and stuff. Today I have a loving partner who meets me in the hallway at 3am when I cough myself awake. Holding onto realizations like that help a lot when feeling the miserables.
I promise to post more when I'm up and about, and will be more up and about about it. It's no time of pride to review my posting history and find that it has generally consisted of alternating "I hate George Bush" and "I'm sick again".
Love,
me