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, ...