I must offer my apologies for having not posted in some time. I was struck down by pneumonia. That's right pneumonia. :( Who gets that in the summertime? Well, I guess that'd be me.
I'd been feeling like superwoman with all I'd been able to accomplish lately. I'd even been getting up every four hours to feed the baby - foal that is, orphan foal - and not feeling too tired during the day. Pride goeth before the fall.
Smoke from the New Mexico and Arizona fires have plagued our neck of the woods so when I woke up one morning to a tight chest, I thought I was merely suffering the affects of the smoke. I had jury duty that day. I get called upon to do my civic duty once a year without fail. I think the judge likes to see me and I'm always dismissed from having to serve. Blatant honesty, I suppose. A comment that slipped my tongue at one such calling, "I didn't trust him before, I don't see how making him a cop will change that." Now who wouldn't want me to serve after having said that? And the comment was in reference to a relative who serves...not to the officer involved in the case.
Anyway, I survived the jury selection by sitting as close to the sun as possible. It was cold in there...even though I was told it was warm by everyone else. By the time I got home I was freezing. 90 degree weather and I'm freezing. I changed to my sweats and curled up in three blankets and the chest pain just got worse. For three days I'd wake up with a tight chest but feel fine otherwise until the afternoon when the freezing would start again. The fourth day I sought professional help...professional....right....................................................
The doctor I went to wasn't my regular doctor but Doc wasn't available so this guy had to do. All my vitals were normal. He said my lungs sounded good. He couldn't understand what was wrong with me and I was probably just fine. I was healthy and in good shape. I could hear his discussion of my case with another 'professional' outside in the hall and it was anything but 'professional'. It was like the whole thing was a figment of my imagination. Now granted, I do have a really good imagination but figments?
Me and my figments went home.(I refuse to grant figments any grammatical respect.) The next day the chills didn't wait for the afternoon. Actually, they'd never left from the day before. The figments were worse. I couldn't even walk a few steps without feeling the weight of the world - you know the weight of the world resides on the shoulders of every woman, I try to explain that to the nurses when they weigh me "It's the weight of the world" - pressing me six feet under. So back to the medical professionals I went. This time straight to the hospital.
I already felt like Death was walking with me when I stepped into the ER waiting room but I was more assured he was there when I answered the first question on the paperwork. "Are you an organ donor?" Talk about confidence in their staff.
When I was finally admitted, the first thing they looked for were blood clots - that's SOME figment right there. The location of the pain in my chest and the shortness of breath along with the chills were possible indication of clots. And worse than having blood clots is having to take blood thinner which pretty much eliminates the ability to do almost everything I do in my life - or at least those things I most enjoy. In my state of mind I thought, 'Well, my organs are healthy.'
Four hours of tests later, the 'figment' wasn't blood clots but pneumonia residing in a rarely attacked portion of the lung. Now if only my luck of the rare drifted into I don't know...winning the lottery? Pneumonia was a much better figment than the blood clot figment, however. This organ donor would keep her organs a little longer. Within hours after having two different antibiotics and one extremely affective pain killer pushed through my veins I was feeling the weight of the world lighten. Not quite superwoman again but well on the way to getting my cape back. Best of all I'm home in time to celebrate the 4th with my family.
In closing I'd like to wish everyone a Happy 4th of July and offer my highest amount of gratitude to those men and women who risked everything, went against ALL odds, and overcame adversity so that we might have the freedoms we do. That same gratitude goes to those men and women who STILL risk everything, go against ALL odds, and overcome adversity so that we may continue to celebrate our freedom and independence.
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