On Pneumonia, Wheezily

The air in our office building went out about a month ago….for almost a month. I’m not talking just air conditioning, I’m talking no moving air. Which is awesome, because we’re all in essentially one giant room. And when you’ve got twenty-five people in a single giant room with no moving air and the coming spring heat, you get a giant 80 degree petri-dish.

Everyone started getting sick. I wasn’t getting sick. I was thrilled. I kept thinking to myself, damn, girl, your immune system is on point!

Then two Fridays ago hit. I had an earache. I thought it was just a weird wine hangover. It was not.

Saturday brought the chest symptoms, the low-grade fever, the coughing, the aching. Then it all went downhill. I didn’t go to work last Monday. I went on Tuesday, and for half a day Wednesday, before my throat starting absolutely killing me. I got in with the doctor and was diagnosed with strep. I started taking meds.

I did not get better.

I went back to the doctor yesterday. I explained all 800 of my symptoms. “You’re a mess!” he said. Yep. He even made a Van Gogh joke when I complained about my ear pain. I do adore my doctor. He listened to my lungs, proclaimed them horrible, and told me that no X-ray was going to change his diagnosis and that the only way we’d know if he was right is if I got better.

Pneumonia, he said. And an ear infection. On top of strep.

That’s never happened before. I’ve now missed five days of work in two weeks. I’m not the only one either. I’m looking forward to finally feeling better and to getting back in the groove. I hate being down!

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