Actually, I have viral, not walking. I caught a weird cough last Friday, which quickly escalated into rib-cracking. So I went to the doctor on Thursday night as an ‘I really need to see you, and yes, I know you’re over booked.’ Turns out I had not just the bad cough I thought I did, but some crackling in my lungs. Which means pneumonia. Zithromax, hydrocodone, and about 20 hours of sleep later, I feel mostly human.
I’m really very happy that I’m not allergic to codeine or any opiates. I just can’t do carbonated drinks, which a doctor rarely prescribes. Once I’m better, Dr. Stein wants me to come back and get a flu shot and the whooping cough booster. And a tetanus. Ow. I’m waiting till next week to schedule it all, though, since I want to make sure I can tell the difference between the crap I’m feeling like now and the crap I will feel like later.
Oh, and my mom was in town. Got me a new coat, a hat, some shut-up shoes, and mostly we hung out and chatted. I love my mom.