The last time I posted on this blog, we had just returned
from a wonderful five days at Disney World with our beautiful Ella. I was
feeling rather exhausted but just kept telling myself it was a result of the
trip, and with a little rest I would feel better.
But things do not always go the way we want them to, and day
after day I seemed only to lose rather than gain energy. In hindsight, it is embarrassing
to admit the stupidity of those days, and it took waking up early last Tuesday
morning with chest pain on breathing that I finally had to admit that I was
really sick, and we went to the emergency room at Mount Sinai.
I really should have known better, and really should behaved
more appropriately. Once a few days had passed I should have known it was time
to get in to see my pulmonologist rather than waiting until I had to be
admitted to the hospital with full blown pneumonia, and we certainly have
discussed this with her over the past week. But this particular experience was
an especially difficult lesson, because I ended up spending far too much time
in the emergency room waiting for a bed to be available so that I could be
admitted to a regular medical floor, from which I was moved yet again to a
pulmonary floor.
Here is the good news. The heavy dose of IV antibiotics
worked fairly quickly, and by Thursday evening my chest x-ray looked so good
that they said I could go home. I am still exhausted but my voice is finally
coming back and I am feeling a little bit stronger every day. Barry is making
me all of my favorite foods to try to encourage me to eat, and I am finally now
able to sit here and type this post.
My main goal for the future is to stay as far away from the
in-patient unit of the hospital as I can. You would think I had learned that
five years ago. I guess I needed a reminder.
Love,
Rebecca
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