Pneumonia

When I started feeling crappy a couple days ago, I didn't know what was wrong with me. In the last couple weeks, I had woken up three times in the middle of the night with the worst chills I have ever felt. It wasn't cold in the apartment; but it felt like it was about 30. I couldn't stop shivering, my teeth wouldn't stop chattering. The first couple times, I just assumed it was a freak thing, but after three times, I decided there was something up. Then, the day after the third chill, I felt terrible. Headache, back ache, shortness of breath, you name it. I had run the night before, and it was a little chilly. I assumed the problems with my breathing was related to that. After walking into my office from the parking lot, I was dying. It felt like I had run about five miles.

Pneumonia sounds like one of those diseases that should have been eliminated a hundred years ago. I can't name anyone that has had it. The only dealings I've had with it are all the times mom told me to put a coat on because it's cold and you'll catch pneumonia. Since it was like 70 for the past couple weeks, so apparently that old wives' tale is just that.

Anyway, I hit up the urgent care center and did some tests, had some x-rays, and got a few prescriptions. So I'm inhaling all kinds of funky stuff including the 'roids. (I'll make sure to do some extra pushups this week.) The doctor called what I have either bronchitis or walking pneumonia, which he called "not the real thing," but said it could progress to the real thing if I didn't take care of it. Hopefully this stuff will. We'll see.

I needed a photo for this post, and even though i know Doc had tuberculosis, it's what pneumonia reminds me of, and Tombstone is awesome.