It’s my birthday!
I have a lung infection!
Remember when I said we should just all assume that I’d be sick all winter? Well it’s true and I have nothing good to say about it. I would LOVE it if you have tips on how to stay healthy though. Seriously. I need the help.
I spent some time trying to write a funny little Happy Birthday ditty for this post, but it turns out that 37 doesn’t rhyme with much. Actually, neither does pneumonia, which is what I have…probably.
When I walked into the doctor’s office this weekend he took a look at me and said “You look pretty beat up.”, and then I was told, “You have a pretty bad lung infection.”. I was so thrilled that someone was actually going to help me not die (for I did consider that might happen), that I clutched my three prescriptions and shuffled out the door. It wasn’t until I was puffing for breath outside in my car that I realized that I forgot to ask him to specify the exact name for my particular lung infection. Careful analysis of Google makes me think it’s pneumonia, my symptoms match 100%.
Anyway, so when I tried to toss off a little poem, I couldn’t find anything to rhyme with 37, and I could only think of begonia for pneumonia. This may be because I’m dealing with a lack of oxygen at the moment. Turns out that oxygen. is. awesome. I think we should all plant a tree to increase the amount of oxygen out there.
Side note: If you want to find out how your spouse stacks up, I suggest getting really, really sick. My husband and I tend to split our duties the 1950s-way. He builds and fixes things and takes care of the cars. I do all of the cooking and shopping and indoor cleaning. These past few days he really stepped up to the plate though, and took care of everything in the house while I shivered, and sweat, and coughed my lungs out. He even made me cake. Aw. What a guy.