The weekend isn't over yet. I still am at home or haven't went home or am away from home ( I don't know how to say that. I don't know where my home is), but it's been quite the adventure. Ok maybe not that bad, but I did experience a first.
Saturday for the first time ever I was in the emergency room for myself. I felt like because I went to the emergency room I was going to die. Or at least there was a chance of it. That's where people go when it's an EMERGENCY. Mine I don't think really was although if I hadn't went it could have turned into one. Anyhow, I had been having these awful stabbing pains in my chest anytime that I laughed or used too much air since about Tuesday and I thought it would just go away. Needless to say it did not. In fact, it got worse. It started to hurt while just laying down or when my breath changed at all. Of course by this time it's far too late on a Friday afternoon to see a doctor, so I went to the hospital, actually I was told I was going to the hospital by a very caring and charming individual. Once we got there I was pretty much scared out of my mind. I didn't know what was going to be wrong with me and I for a short period of time was scared that I was going to be admitted. After tests and xrays and all the hoopla they put you through (including riding in a wheel chair which clearly feels like death) the Doc said I had pneumonia. He gave me drugs and sent me on my way. I'm not entirely sure they're working yet. Last night I started laughing and the pain was so awful that I was in tears. Probably the worst the pain had been ever. It kind of felt like my lungs had been tore to shreds.
I am lucky though. I caught it before it killed me and I had the best person in the world by my side the whole time. I still am so thankful that he was there with me, even though he thinks it's no big deal. I would have been terrified without him.
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