Note to Reader: this is a post started on August 10 that I only bothered to finish and publish today. Enjoy!
YES another post about pneumonia! Why? Because I still have it and it is therefore still very much relevant to my life.
Naturally, people have noticed my lack of presence in various places i.e. work, social scenes, gyms, etc. When they ask of my whereabouts I simply tell them that I’ve had pneumonia (I’m also becoming a PRO at spelling it) and this is where the question comes in: How do you get pneumonia?
I don’t know why, but to me, that’s right up there with asking “Where do babies come from?”
My best guess is that I picked up germs from somewhere (perhaps said work, social scenes, gyms, etc) and they made there way into my system. These germs were able to latch on somehow (I took microbiology last semester so I could nerd out and explain exactly how this happened, but I will restrain myself). Since I have a pretty weak immune system, the germs were able to multiply and colonize and my body reacted with the appropriate inflammatory response that manifested in the signs and symptoms of pneumonia.
I now realize that explanation is still a bit nerdy.
So the bottom line is: if I know how/where/why I got pneumonia that I would have gone looking for it?
I’m going to have to go with no on that one.
So for the 5 billionth time, I’m sick this year. Is there some kind of Guinness World Record that I’ve broken? When do I get my award? This accomplishment should not go unnoticed.
This time has to be the worst: Pneumonia. Your lungs basically feel like they have a swimming pool in them and doing menial tasks, such as peeing, are enough to make one exhausted (and when I say one, I mean me). I’ve felt this coming for quite some time though. Over the course of the past 2 weeks, I’ve felt lethargic, achy, and my asthma has been out of control. I just thought it was just general tiredness due to my party girl lifestyle, the workouts, and of course work itself.
Sunday night, it hit me like a truck. I was flying home from San Diego and in the course of the hour long flight, I went from “la la la that was a fun weekend” to “Oh my god I’m going to die tonight.”
The next morning it was confirmed that I did, indeed have pneumonia. Despite my thousands of times being sick, this is only the third time that its been with pneumonia… and every time I get it, its never any easier than the time before.
I’ve taken the whole week off of work for recuperating, which has been very nice. I spend my days sleeping, eating, and then sleeping some more. Then when it comes time for me to actually turn in for the night (around 10ish), I’m completely wired. I can’t sit still, I feel like I actually want to get up and do things (laundry, write a book, reorganize my room, etc), things that during the day would make me tired even thinking about them. I think the past few nights I’ve finally drifted off at about 3am to wake up at 11am and let the whole cycle of laziness repeat itself.
Its Thursday and I’m finally starting to feel a little bit better. I’m still definitely going to take it easy in the next week because soon I’ll be going to England on a 2 week adventure! I can’t wait!