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Needless Needles

Feeling responsible to my corporate duties, even the senseless ones like being compelled to be at the office on Mondays and Fridays. I picked up germs. Yay! Team Work.

Okay, so this is what happened. 

I've been coughing since Tuesday evening. 

By Friday I was struggling to breathe after every bit of activity. I looked at my dog and ran out of breath.
At some point I napped then woke up gasping for air. I reached out for the CPAP machine (it pushes air into my lungs.) This helped a bit, but I'm soon in panic and I hyperventilate.
Eventually I calm down and decide that it's time to go to the ER.
Went to the kitchen and made supper for my son because motherhood comes with a bit of insanity. I knew I wouldn't eat because I had no appetite, plus I was actively dying, so that's kinda wasteful. But I made the crispiest potato wedges. I miss them. 

Once done, I called Leandro and told him that I'm off to hospital and blah blah fishpaste.
The first thing he says is, "do you have to go like right now?"

Yes, Pharaoh! I have to go right now!

He panics and starts asking other unwelcome questions. 

Sigh.

The ambulance arrives and I'm on a sexy ride to Netcare Olivedale. VIP treatment. I was chilling lying down, while everyone had to be in an upright position. 

I'm writing to you, dear reader, from an all-white bed that has 1000 thread count sheets (that someone has surely died on). My lunch has been served on a platter (read melamine tray)
I have a stunning physiotherapist who looks like he was hired to drive the "cute medical staff" narrative. Ray is gorgeous!
The doctor who admitted me is one of only 2 pulmonologists in this hospital and he's not my usual doctor. 
He was supposed to hand me over to my doctor on Saturday morning, but I guess he had a dastardly plan to keep me. Long story short, I now have a contraption on my neck that gives easy access to my main veins. A drip adaptor, but highly invasive. A most unnecessary false appendage that ruins my beauty sleep and princessy looks. Appalling! 
If you had a plan to end my life, this is your chance. My bloodstream is basically open for business.
Anyway, here are the words that have been used with me since I arrived at this asylum:
Common flu
Common flu virus (but with anxious abandon)
Adenovirus (still a common flu virus, but with a name and surname)
Pus and fluid in lungs (culinary soup?)
Cardiac failure (shut up! I don't like this game anymore 🙁)

After an ordeal and a half with unpreferred, zealous doctor, my real doctor shows up and cancels a whole bunch of what zealous doctor said. 
 Anyway, he didn't say anything against all those ailments mentioned earlier. Oh, they're real. The physiotherapist whom he hired confirmed pneumonia as he was beating my chest like a certified, legal slave owner; under the premise of helping me, of course. 

Still, I will not die. 
Let me take an afternoon nap. 


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  1. BasaniApril 14, 2024 at 7:08 PM

    you will be well doctors will treat that condition in Jesus name.

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  2. torakunsamaApril 15, 2024 at 5:19 AM

    This challenge, *sigh*, is tough, but you'll be fine. Time will iron up these wrinkles, I garantee you.

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  3. kemybaksApril 15, 2024 at 7:32 AM

    You're in my prayers dear, please get well soon, you don't deserve to be down ❤️

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