Every breath you take…

every move I make.

That’s me right now. It was confirmed today by xray that I have pneumonia in my lower left lung. I am chugging two kinds of antibiotics, trying to eat and trying not to move. My whole left side feels like one giant stitch, which is odd to say, but I feel very tight and every breath kills me.

So, I’m ok, just trying to rest at home. I worked half a day on Monday, because seeing my city doctor resulted in me being sent home. I apparently had a virus. I was told to rest and take the next two days off work.

I rested and woke up Tuesday morning with this stitch thing. I thought I’d slept too long and maybe I’d twisted my back. Tuesday night came and I was having difficulty breathing and I had to sleep upright in the loungeroom’s recliner. I didn’t get much sleep last night because of it, kept waking up from the pain. A bit of self loathing and depression over it led to a bit of random crying of frustration which made it harder to breathe! haha. Listen to me carry on. I’m seriously ok

After speaking to my sister in law last night, she made me promise to see another doctor today. I was fortunate enough to catch the doctor I used to see when I lived in the suburb. She was fantastic, checking my kidneys, heart and pulse. She determined that I had pneumonia and sent me off to get xrays to make sure, as she put it, that I didnt need to be sent to hospital!

So picture this. Traumatic taxi ride from home to doctors - doesnt have a freakin’ clue where he’s going. Equally crap ride to the xray place resulting in the procurement of a Melways book older than me! And then the ride home with a driver who was both frustrating and nice.

We got the new car tonight. Glen had to go over and sign for it etc. It’s all good. We’ll start making it ours, putting the seat covers in and we’ll pick up the cargo barrier on Saturday and might get some rubber lining for the boot. It’s all good.

Anyway, I am tired and probably not making a great deal of sense. Yay for me! Rest assured, I am alive.