Pneumonia!

Since flying home from Chicago last Monday I've had a sore throat, fever and then the coughing that feels like a lung is coming up.  My husband, who is normally so loving and comforting, seemed to be acting very strange!  By Thursday of last week, I was thinking I had a sinus infection or something and told him I was going to the doctor.  He kept telling me "its just a cold" or repeatedly asking me "how are you feeling" like every 10 minutes!  I kept thinking it was a trick question and he was asking me over and over again because he wanted to hear me say I was better.  It than dawned on me that I have NEVER been sick since we have been together.  Maybe a little cold here and there but to actually go to a doctor and stay in bed?  No.  This was a first for him.  Me too now that I think about it.  Anyway, I think it scared him a little to see me sick and he was 'willing' me to get better.  Does that make sense?

I went to the doctor on Friday and he thought I had bronchitis.  He gave me meds and I thought I'd start to feel better over the weekend.  Not so much.  I was having fevers of 101 and 102 all weekend.  Steve continued to refer to my illness as "just a cold" and saying it will take time.  I called the Dr on Monday and he set me up for a chest x-ray on Tuesday.  Dr. called me last night, told me it was pneumonia and called in a much stronger antibiotic to my pharmacy and told me to come see him this morning.  

When I told Steve last night I have pneumonia in my left lung it was like he hit a wall.  He immediately went online and started to ask me a gazillion questions "is it viral or bacterial?"  "how can he prescribe meds if he doesn't know", etc.  He took me to the dr this morning and asked the dr a gazillion questions.  Basically, if my fever spikes to 101 again, its been at 100 point something since Monday, I have to be admitted to the hospital.  In addition, I have another chest x-ray scheduled for Monday and if there is no change or if its worse, I will have to go into the hospital for IV meds.

Steve is back to being his caring, loving and comforting self with me.  I think it scares him that I am sick but now that we have a plan of action, he can deal with it.  The worst part of getting sick right now is that 1) Biketoberfest (a mini-bike week) starts tomorrow, the weather is gorgeous and we had a lot of plans and 2) we were going to Vegas on Monday for 4 days.  Well, neither are happening for me.  He cancelled the Vegas trip but will be doing some of the bike week festivities that we had planned.  No sense having him stay home and watching me sleep.

I pray that I kick this thing quick because I have a trip planned to Long Island on Nov. 3 for my nieces Sweet 16 that I have to be at!  So, that being said, I will be a good girl and do whatever the dr wants me to do.

I feel like a couch slug though.  I get up in the morning, go to the couch and with the exception of taking showers and eating, I live on the couch.  No one can say I am not resting.  Nothing else to do.  I've been watching Food Network and Cooking Channel and I've had no desire to cook what I am watching.  Yea, I am sick!  I did make a pot of chicken soup 2 days ago but thats it for my culinary exploits.  With the exception of my yogurt in the morning, I am living on the soup.  

So far I'm not feeling the healing powers of chicken soup but I'm not giving up!