These last two weeks have left me shaken a bit. I got sick. REALLY sick. I was so sick that when my Doctor saw me, the first thing he said was, “Don’t really want another hospital patient, but I will just have to deal with it.” I asked if I had a choice and he said, “sure, you can go to the hospital, or you can go home and wait to die.” That’s when I started thinking that maybe I was sicker than I thought. And I was.
I ran very high fever for several days, had a bacterial infection and fluid build up in my lungs (my lungs were functional at less than 85%), a sinus infection, two ear infections and an UTI.
For the first two or two and a half days, I really didn’t care what was going on. Once they got the temp down, and reality started to set back in, I realized something that every one else around me had already picked up on. I have severe asthma complicated by COPD. Any little infection that I get can cause me a great deal of harm.
That’s a hard thing for me to wrap my brain around. I have to worry about even the common cold now. Never use to. And I’m on oxygen, 24/7 for the rest of my life. That’s the hardest one to deal with. I’m not even 60 yet, and I’m on oxygen. For the rest of my life. Does not make me happy.
However, after these last two weeks, I will learn to deal with it.
And I am still waiting to be released back to work. Maybe tomorrow…