Went to the ER last night, because I was relatively positive I had pneumonia.
The coughing fit.
The inability to catch my breath.
The achy chest.
They all screamed pneumonia.
Anyway, in the midst of a coughing fit that left me incapable of catching my breath Mike grabbed my coat and said we were going to the ER.
That's how I found myself in the ER at 9pm, unshowered, in my pajamas, with slippers on, no makeup, no bra and my hair pulled into a messy pony tail. I looked like I was going shopping at Walmart...at least that's what the XRay tech told me.
And that's how I was directed to wear a mask.
And sent to an isolated waiting room.
And then brought to an even more isolated ER room.
An hour later, a clear set of XRays, a few million coughing fits (quite impressive coughing/barking, according to the ER doctor), and a hellacious nasal swab for the flu later I was handed a couple of prescriptions, told to go home and sleep because I had the flu.
Truth be told I don't feel all that crappy.
Coughy, yes. Achy, no. Tired, yes. Ill, no. Ears ringing, yes. Nausea, no.
By the way, have you ever had the nasal swab for the flu? I swear to you I thought the swab was going to come through my eye socket, she shoved it so far up my nose. Fun. Seriously, I think she swabbed my brain.