After fighting for my life these past couple of days (not really, but it felt like it), I am finally back to somewhat feeling like my old self which also means I'm back at work....
On our way home from New Orleans last Monday, I started to get a little tickle in my throat. That tickle grew into a sore throat that led to a cough that led to me continually spiraling downhill the rest of the week. By Friday, I had no voice and felt like death. Saturday and Sunday was spent primarily in the bed with a fever.
When Monday rolled around and I still had a fever, my loving husband no longer suggested but DEMANDED that I go to the doctor. I had been fighting it, because I just thought I had a sinus infection. I rarely go to the doctor for one of those, because they usually just work themselves out with a little help from some over-the-counter meds.
Well come to find out, it wasn't a sinus infection as I had suspected but pneumonia. Hearing that someone has pneumonia always terrifies me, because it can land you in the hospital and can be, in worse case scenario, deadly. This is a first for me. The doctor's exact words to me when he was listening to my chest as I took deep breaths in and out:
Doc, somewhat puzzledly: "You don't smoke?"
Me: "No" (he had already asked me that once)
Doc: "Well then this right lung sounds really bad."
So I was prescribed a heavy duty cough syrup and some antibiotics. Those antibiotics are like little miracle pills. I took two doses yesterday and spent the remainder of the day in bed. When I woke up this morning after feeling like death for the past five days, I felt 110x better. I'm definitely not 100% yet, but I feel SO much better already.
Sorry to everyone who had to come in contact with me over the weekend. I really hope Adam doesn't get sick. He has been really sweet and attentive, but he has also kept his respectable distance.
I was/am really bummed that my marathon training got derailed. I haven't missed one scheduled run since we started in January, but unfortunately I had to hang up the running shoes this past weekend which meant I missed my 17 miler.
There's always next weekend, right?