Just stuff.

I need to learn that the beauty of a blog is that you don't have to have something great to write about, you just write.  My friend who taught me how to set up a blog teaches me that by my reading his blog.  Funny and entertaining, but not always about something specific, just thoughts on life or maybe just thoughts on the day. 

I have gotten sick twice in the last month.  I took great pride in my robust immune system up until now.  I haven't gotten so much as a virus in years.  I just seemed to miss all the bad ones.  I watched them as if a train was going by and I was simply a spectator.  When I got the first one, it was a cold virus and I had body aches but I was going to outsmart it.  I left early from work and rested the entire weekend.  By Monday, I had beaten it.  Further proof of my very strong immune system. 

Then, this past weekend, it betrayed me.  I had girls weekend all planned out, even took off an extra day.  It started late Friday with a little tightness in my chest.  Reminiscent of my younger years when I used to get those terrible bronchial colds, and at least once pneumonia.  I passed it off as nothing, I had no other symptoms of something coming on so I just scolded my lungs to stop feeling that way.  By Saturday, the cough was beginning, and it wasn't good.  It felt as though my lungs were screaming back at me.  I just kept doing the I'm Fine thing when the girlfriends would ask.  Sunday morning was the kicker.  When I stood up I got that little dizzy feeling.  Uh-oh.  When the girlfriends discovered how bad I really felt, they decided it was time for me to rest and for them to get the hell out of here before they got what I appear to have.  

There was one little hitch.  When one of the girlfriends came on Saturday, she got a little stuck in the driveway.  We've had a ton of snow here and it's easy to do.  So I put my boots and jacket on and we ventured out to get her out.  We push and shoveled and shoveled and pushed and eventually got her pushed out.  We are powerful girls!!  I came in, warmed up the corn bags, went upstairs to my bed--no couch for this kind of exhaustion, and absolutely collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.  Temp---101.5.  Yes, there's no other way to say it, I felt like shit.  

Monday I dragged myself to a doctor because I didn't want to get pneumonia again and got on antibiotics.  She thought since I was worsening that it was a bacterial infection and said I should feel better in 24 hours and do not go to work until I'm fever free for 24 hours (love this doctor).  So now it's Tuesday night and I am doing better, no fever today all day, but still quite weak. 

I would love to think my voice has that slightly raspy whispery sexy tone like Kathleen Turner, but the gasps from people I know that have called me tell me otherwise.  I just sound sick.  But the way this took me down has taught me something and forces me to get back on one of my new years resolutions . . . to go back to working out.  When I worked out, I didn't get sick.  I'll have to wait until I can breathe without sounding like I'm going to hack up a lung, but that's not going to be long.  I'm going to beat this and go back to being a spectator of those that "get stuff".