The beginning of 2013 had me fighting a bad case of pneumonia, followed by a few months of worry and concern, with return visits for X rays and CT Scans, following the progress of, what was described to me as a "black mass" on my lung. That turned out to not be as serious as was initially believed. (Phew!) Then the last half of December, I found myself sick, again, which I eventually found myself battling an excruciating bout of pneumonia, once again. That fight took up most (if not all) of my two week shutdown break from work. Yay! At least the weather was shitty and cold, so I never had much need (or desire) to leave the comforts of my house.
January 2nd, 2014, was my first day back to work. While I didn't feel a 100%, I did feel (or so I thought) well enough to return to work. I knew that there'd be at least a couple of people still gone with extended vacations, but we were down four in actuality. I managed to muscle through my Thursday, but with a badgering cough that was fueling an exasperating headache. With every frenzied cough attack, the world would fade through my eyes and the painful pounding would commence. Thankfully, it being the first day back, my job wasn't too strenuous and was easily manageable, despite the discomfort.
The fight never ceased after the final bell rang and it was home time. I came home to a snowy driveway, packed with hardened snow that I foolishly took a stab at clearing. The hard packed snow had accumulated a few days prior, so much so that it blocked my front door, which caused the bottom of the door to bend and tear away, upon my exit on Tuesday. (Great! More expense out of pocket.) The temperature had warmed up significantly, but not enough to avoid heavy breathing. With my asthma, I find that the cooler temperatures really have an adverse effect on me. Especially since the discovery of the "black mass" on my lung. Earlier in the season, with the dropping Mercury, I found my breathing to be difficult and laboured, at best. This is something that the specialist relayed to me as the norm for the remainder of my days. (I really gotta win that lottery, so I can retire to Texas or Arizona. Or maybe New Zealand. That place looks like it could be kinda cool..., except for all the god damned Orcs.)
Thursday night and Friday morning was disturbing. It seemed for every thirty minute to hour patch of sleep, I'd be woken up abruptly with a coughing frenzy. Even in the darkness of my bedroom, with my head pounding hard, my surroundings seemed to fade from my view. Reluctantly, I contacted my employer in the morning, notifying that I regretfully would not be coming into work. I hate leaving them in a lurch like that, despite my boss thinking that I do. I went back to sleep for (thankfully) a very restful hour, before I got up and drove myself to the hospital. This is something that I really should have addressed over my break, but I had my pal's van while he and his family were on vacay in Florida and I didn't want them to come home to needing to be taxied to my house to pick up their van. However, I do think that if I'd had addressed my illness in a more timely fashion, my current predicament could've been avoided, possibly.
I was hooked up to a nebulizer, where medication was administered into my lungs. "Breath deeply." I was instructed by the wee little blonde nurse. On completion of that, I was ushered to the X ray department to get an X ray done, then ushered back after that.
The beginning of 2013, I fought a terrific case of pneumonia. The end of 2013 had me fighting the worst bout of pneumonia (or any sickness I've ever experienced, including Swine Flu in 2009), and now, I'm barely ankle deep into 2014, and I'm forced to fight a f*cking lung infection??
I don't subscribe to any sort of religion and you'll never see me crouching at my bedside with hands clenched, praying for this or that, but in case I'm terribly mistaken, if there is a God, he'd better bless me with a substantial lottery win pretty f*ckin' soon. I've paid more than my fair share of dues in this shitty life of mine. I deserve a god damned break. This inability to breath, bullshit, is just that. Bullshit!!
January 2nd, 2014, was my first day back to work. While I didn't feel a 100%, I did feel (or so I thought) well enough to return to work. I knew that there'd be at least a couple of people still gone with extended vacations, but we were down four in actuality. I managed to muscle through my Thursday, but with a badgering cough that was fueling an exasperating headache. With every frenzied cough attack, the world would fade through my eyes and the painful pounding would commence. Thankfully, it being the first day back, my job wasn't too strenuous and was easily manageable, despite the discomfort.
The fight never ceased after the final bell rang and it was home time. I came home to a snowy driveway, packed with hardened snow that I foolishly took a stab at clearing. The hard packed snow had accumulated a few days prior, so much so that it blocked my front door, which caused the bottom of the door to bend and tear away, upon my exit on Tuesday. (Great! More expense out of pocket.) The temperature had warmed up significantly, but not enough to avoid heavy breathing. With my asthma, I find that the cooler temperatures really have an adverse effect on me. Especially since the discovery of the "black mass" on my lung. Earlier in the season, with the dropping Mercury, I found my breathing to be difficult and laboured, at best. This is something that the specialist relayed to me as the norm for the remainder of my days. (I really gotta win that lottery, so I can retire to Texas or Arizona. Or maybe New Zealand. That place looks like it could be kinda cool..., except for all the god damned Orcs.)
Thursday night and Friday morning was disturbing. It seemed for every thirty minute to hour patch of sleep, I'd be woken up abruptly with a coughing frenzy. Even in the darkness of my bedroom, with my head pounding hard, my surroundings seemed to fade from my view. Reluctantly, I contacted my employer in the morning, notifying that I regretfully would not be coming into work. I hate leaving them in a lurch like that, despite my boss thinking that I do. I went back to sleep for (thankfully) a very restful hour, before I got up and drove myself to the hospital. This is something that I really should have addressed over my break, but I had my pal's van while he and his family were on vacay in Florida and I didn't want them to come home to needing to be taxied to my house to pick up their van. However, I do think that if I'd had addressed my illness in a more timely fashion, my current predicament could've been avoided, possibly.
I was hooked up to a nebulizer, where medication was administered into my lungs. "Breath deeply." I was instructed by the wee little blonde nurse. On completion of that, I was ushered to the X ray department to get an X ray done, then ushered back after that.
The beginning of 2013, I fought a terrific case of pneumonia. The end of 2013 had me fighting the worst bout of pneumonia (or any sickness I've ever experienced, including Swine Flu in 2009), and now, I'm barely ankle deep into 2014, and I'm forced to fight a f*cking lung infection??
I don't subscribe to any sort of religion and you'll never see me crouching at my bedside with hands clenched, praying for this or that, but in case I'm terribly mistaken, if there is a God, he'd better bless me with a substantial lottery win pretty f*ckin' soon. I've paid more than my fair share of dues in this shitty life of mine. I deserve a god damned break. This inability to breath, bullshit, is just that. Bullshit!!
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