New Moan Eya

Ugh.
So, I wasn't feeling too great last week. Little fever, lots of cough and other flu-like symptoms, but nothing an obscene amount of Tylenol and Advil Cold & Sinus can't get me through.
Well, the shit hit the fan on Sunday night. Got the sweats/chills, couldn't get warm, so I called in sick (2nd time in 1.5 yrs, don't even get me started on the last time I called in). Saw my Doc, guess what? I have pneumonia. Holy Crap! I knew I was running myself pretty lean, working way too much, spending lots of time with SLPTG, sacrificing sleep and sensible diet in exchange for time with her, but holy crap.

Pneumonia!?! That's something little old ladies who can't get out of bed get. I mean, shit. I ran 5 miles on Saturday, and by Monday I was diagnosed with Pneumonia. I have to say, I was feeling kind of tough, rugged, knowing that I had continued to work out even though those little pneumonia-causing microbes were doing their thing inside my lungs. Yeah, toughness and some Augmentin will get me through this.

So, flat on my back the rest of the day Monday, trying to get sleep, to no avail. Worked a half-day yesterday (with MD's permission), and a half-day today. I'm fine as long as I don't breathe too deeply or quickly, but yep, I can hack up some pretty nice lung cookies if I work at it. Yuk.

I'll fill you in on how SLPTG is doing. She's sick, too. I'm sure we got each other sick, but oh well.

-Rusty.