Pneumonia. My fever won't leave me. My ribs feel like they're cracked. My lips are indeed cracked. How am I supposed to stay hydrated when all I want to do is sleep. If I drink water I'll have to get up to go to the bathroom? Saturday night through Monday night I woke up in pools of sweat. I didn't sign up for this. It just reminds me that I am getting old. On the flip side, I did need to drop a few pounds after the Tgiving revelry; haven't had a sip of anything except soup (Josh is a good hubby- he made me turkey noodle soup from the leftovers), Gatorade, water and lemon-ginger tea.
The first antibiotic didn't work and the Tylenol with Codeine wasn't helping me sleep-I was still coughing up a lung. I'm on a new antibiotic as of this afternoon and got some fancy cough supressant called Tessalon pearls. I've had to cancel so many fun "dates" this week. Woe is me, I know, I'm just havin' a hard week. I just needed to "unthunk my glunk" as Dr. Seuss would say. I'm on the mend. Alright. I've got to go to bed now.
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