Done with the meds. Done with the wheezing. Not moving fast, not talking loud. The best part of having pneumonia has been all the stories people tell me. “Oh, yeah, my friend so-and-so had that, he was in the hospital for 6 months.” “Oh, yeah, my friend’s buddy’s relative had that, he died.” “Oh yeah, I had that, I was out for 4 months.”
I’m starting to feel like (A) I should be feeling much worse, (B) I got off really easy, and (C) I’ve just joined a really weird club. I heard a cancer survivor talk about her experience a few years ago; she mentioned that it seemed really odd that everyone treated her like a hero just for getting out of bed each morning. She said “What was I going to do, just lay there?”
Like the man said, “Keep kicking and scratching. If you stop, they throw dirt over you.”
So, I drove a car again for the first time in 3 weeks today, that was fun. Went back to the office for most of the day today – I find I tire easily. The worst part of all this is that my taste buds have changed – can’t deal with coffee or hard liquor; I find I dislike the taste. The upshot of this is that I haven’t had any caffiene or alcohol in several weeks – those of you who know me well will have an idea of my state of mind at this turn of events. Healthy? I’m not sure it’s worth it.
Updates as they happen – watch this space!