If you feel like humming the Portal theme song right about now, be my guest, because I am indeed still alive. That was, without a doubt, the craziest weekend I’ve ever slept through. To recap, I came down with the flu two weeks ago (the 15th), spent all last weekend and most of last week sick and in bed. Thursday (22nd) I started to feel better and came into work. By Friday I was 200% worse than I had been. Severe chills, really bad cough. I thought it was just a relapse and was going to fight through it. Friday morning I started towards work, was coughing and sweating so bad that I decided to pull into an Emergency Clinic along the way. It was a good thing I did. They did a chest xray and some sinus swab test and I had pneumonia. They gave me two huge steroid injections, an antibiotic injection, a breathing treatment and a whole pile of prescriptions to go pick up. The last thing the clinic doctor told me was “it’s good that you came in, if it had gotten any worse you probably would have been checking into a hospital tonight.”
So, armed with all sorts of stuff, I went back home, took my insane super-cough medicine, and slept… until Sunday. My wife says she woke me up a couple times to take my antibiotics, but honestly, I don’t remember that at all. I’m still pretty out of it, but I’ve improved considerably. My cough is only a tickle and the rest of the flu symptoms seem to be going away. I’m on the antibiotics for at least another week to make sure it doesn’t come back, and I’ve got at least half a bottle of whatever crazy juice it was that knocked me out, so that’s good. I’m still pretty out of breath, but they said that would take a week or so to start feeling normal again. All the coughing and the fluid shrinks your lungs apparently.
So, yeah. I’ve got dozens of things to catch up on, so forgive me as I work through the backlog of posts.
Thank you all for the kind comments and emails, they’re really appreciated.