Though barely it seems. I just managed to win an epic battle with pneumonia (yes you read that right - who the hell gets that at my age anymore... sigh I thought it was just for old people or babies to worry about) which had completely out of it the past two weeks.
I had to miss out on one week's of classes due to it (which sucks). Though fear not soon the tales of the classes I had right before the disease struck - and this week - shall be told and they shall be told right here where they belong (I just have to transfer my handwritten notes to electronic form - so stay tuned).
The story behind me discovering that I had this fun filled disease is interesting though. I started feeling terrible after working at iO Friday the 26th - headache, cough and what not. Went to bed thinking not too much of it. Woke up with a fever and chills Saturday and assumed I had caught the flu - as it usually passes in a few says thought nothing more about it. Got sicker and sicker all Saturday and Sunday - terrible fever, chills, coughing, headache, and a general feeling of tiredness.
Finally Monday I gave up and went to see a doctor (the closest one being at a hospital nearby). They put me in a waiting room doctor came in listened to my breathing and instantly sent me to the emergency room for a chest x-ray and treatment (this worried me a bit mind you).
When I got there I had to wait in a waiting room for them to ready a bed for me - I was in there with this total bitch of a woman who had broken her arm bike riding earlier that day.
The whole time she kept complaining about having to wait to have her arm set - I'm in the corner half dead at this point - she finally asks me if I'm in a lot of pain too ... to which I reply (cause I think it's true at this point still) that I have a terrible case of the flu. She gets incredibly worried and starts yelling for a nurse and demanding to know why the hell they'd put me in their with her - did they want her to get sicker.
When they come to take me away to go to a room (before her mind you) I can her her complaining as to why the hell I'm going first as she has a broken arm and I'm just a little sick.
Later on I run into her again as I'm coming out of the chest X-ray room - she's waiting to go in (Note by now they've told me they think I have a bad case of pneumonia) as I'm leaving and she's being wheeled in I hear her ask if they are going to spray down the room first as the last man had the flu and if she catches it while here there will be hell to pay.
Anyway long story short (if that's possible now) they kept me there for most of Monday on antibiotics and a special inhaler thing (blew what looked like smoke into my lungs when I inhaled) and finally released me after about 12 hours there.
The nest two weeks sucked terribly as I slowly recovered - but was so tired all I wanted to do was sleep. But luckily I survived.
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