We left off with me going to the hospital because my chest felt like an elephant had parked its ass on top of it. I couldn’t breathe much at all, my heart was fluttering, and I kept coughing. So, after the whole ordeal of that first ER visit, we left with a diagnosis of pneumonia, a prescription for antibiotics, and the orders to stay in bed until better 0 which could be weeks or months according to the doctor.
So, I spent the next week coughing, gasping, not being able to move very well because I was strangely weak and fatigued. By the end of that first week after the ER visit, I was feeling a little bit of relief, but was going absolutely crazy being unable to work. I could hear the kids and staff having a blast outsie the building where my Girl and I had a room. I had alraedy seen how crappy the camp was, but I was missing the little bit of it that was enjoyable. Being a man, and thus a stupid dork – I went back to work.
Very bad idea.
By the end of my first day back to work, I was in absolutely horrible shape. I was coughing, fighting for every bit of air, and vomitting profusely. So much for going back to work. I spent another week in our room. Granted, I love playing video games, watching movies, and talking to my guinea pigs for hours, but after two weeks of it, you lose your fucking mind!
Other than going stir crazy as I finished my second week being sick, in the room, surrounded by people having a blast, I also was getting worse. I’d finished the antibiotics a few days prior, and just kept feeling more and more weight in my chest. I finally got an appointment with a general care doctor on the Monday of the following week.
She listeened to ym breathing, had some blood tests, and got a cest x-ray. Same stuff as I had done at the hospital two weeks ago. Oh well, they’re being thorough, I guess.
The very next day, as I was shooting monsters and saving the world on te PS3, my Girl burst into uor room and sad the doctor had just called her. I had to go to the hospital right away – or my lungs could collapse. I felt pretty shitty, but I hadn’t thought it was that serious before. S, I threw on some clothes, tried to hide my greasy and uncombed hair, and off we went for another hour long trip to the hospital.
