My Pneumonia and Me

So I mentioned a few days ago that I was sick...and not feeling too hot.  Well I'm pretty sick.  And still not feeling too hot.

I went to the doctor a couple days ago, my pulse-ox was only 91, I had a really low peak flow and couldn't stop coughing.  They said it was bronchitis, put me on Zpak and prednisone and let me on my way.

Well a few days later I start to get worried because I'm getting worse, not better, and after talking to my asthma doctor (who scolded me and told me to go to an ER right away), I did end up going to an ER.  Which is in Brighton, where I was in a room, had tests done, and had seen my doctor within 20 minutes. 

not mine...but what the xrays look like. 

They did some x-rays, gave me IV steroids and antibiotics.  They also did lots of blood work and I had 2 breathing treatments.  I was going to sleep there, because that was what was recommended...but being there was just as miserable as being at home and they don't really let you sleep.  So I went home. 

Today, my x-ray was evaluated by a radiology tech.  I have pneumonia.  For the record, in my 22nd years of life, I have had pnuemonia 3 times now.  So when your children are offered the vaccine, stop being dumb and thinking they're linked to asbergers and autism (they aren't) and give them the vaccine.

Now, I'm at home with vick's vapor rub on my chest, drinking water and juice and mountain dew (caffeine helps asthma), watching TV and lying in bed trying not to move (lots of pain from the fluid in my lungs).  No one is home so it's oober boring.  I'm on 4 prescriptions and also have meds to help with my fever, cough and asthma.

Now it's a waiting game.  If I'm not better by Monday, it's back to the ER for me.  Why isn't there a quick fix to this?

I know I get sick often, but usually it's allergy related.  This is AWFUL.  Way worse than the Swine of 09, people. WAY WAY worse. 

Sick Sick and still Sick

You guessed it; I was sick this weekend.  It started Thursday morning.  I woke up...my stomach hurt, I was nauseous and then yep, I puked.  By 8 pm that night I had puked 17 times.  Water, ice cubes, food....everything I consumed in efforts of keeping me nourished came back up.  By that night I felt completely dazed, out of it and more dehydrated and in more pain than when it all started. 

I was up ALL night Thursday night puking.  It was awful.  Amanda made me go to the ER Friday morning...which thank God because I was severely dehydrated.  My blood pressure and heart rate were skyrocketed when I got to the hospital (no electrolytes=hearts have problems) and I realized I hadn't peed since Wednesday.  My kidney's were angry and my stomach was still horribly upset.  When they tried to take blood they couldn't get as much as they wanted because of how thick the blood was...it looked like mollasses.  grossss. 

They pumped 3 massive bags of saline into me (which made me pee...20 cc's.  The dr was all panicky) and they gave me anti-nausea medicine.  I decided to go home because even though I still felt like shit, I could take the anti-nausea meds at home and that is what has gotten me to today!  I am still taking those stupid pills every 4ish hours because if I don't i get crazy nauseous.  No fun. 

I missed the hoedown, made my mom have to skip out on going to the houseboat, and have been couped up for 5 days.  Blechh. Thank God I have those prized little pills.  (I bet that's what men say about their ED pills).