If you’ve been following my blog, you know I was diagnosed with “walking” pneumonia over three weeks ago. I never really felt that sick. Mostly just a horrible cough.
So I finished the antibiotics and I’m doing better.
Then, all of a sudden, Wednesday night, after feeling great all day, I started getting the chills. I shivered so violently and my teeth chattered so bad I thought I would break a tooth! I piled the covers on me and was out for the next twelve hours.
We didn’t have a thermometer so I couldn’t take my temp but I know it was way up there.
So-o-o-o-because I still felt a little warm the next day, my husband purchased a thermometer.
I’m still running a temp, although it’s a low-grade one, nothing like the middle of the week.
Of course, Thanksgiving Day is in a few days and wouldn’t you know it, I’m hosting it this year.
But you know what? For once, I’m not in a panic. I used to make such a big deal about interruptions in my plans. But after years of listening to God, I’ve learned that unless someone has died, had a serious life-threatening medical diagnosis, or if there’s a natural disaster, well—you get the idea, it’s not worth worrying about.
And since I started writing this earlier this morning, I’m starting to come around and feeling much better. No temp at the moment although cough is lingering.
Here’s a word of advice: If you contract even mild pneumonia, take it seriously.
As one of my doctor’s nurse told me, “You are in a weakened state. You can contract other diseases very easily.”