Double Whammy

When my monthlong "Winter Crud" began to recycle symptoms, I decided to come out of denial and seek medical attention. My regular doctor (and her entire clinic) could not see me, so I went to the new-ish urgent care center at the edge of town. A very friendly and relatively swift exam and X-ray revealed double pneumonia.

Why double, you say? Double means I have the dreaded goo in both lungs, not just one. I must have the "walking" kind of pneumonia because I had barely missed any work and up until that point was not considering cancelling my weekend plans (which I subsequently did, and was glad). Steve came home early from work, we bailed on various playdates and other activities, and I have been laying low with my antiboitics and inhaler. I feel roughly the same... marginally better, I suppose, but I didn't feel *that bad* before.

When I started really listening to Athena's breath earlier today, I got skittish and took her up there too. Since she had RSV as a newborn, she's more susceptible to respitory infections and asthma. She's been coughing for a few weeks too, but not nearly as horribly as I. She is fine -- a cold, they say. "No mom, you are the only one who is sick."

Well, that's good.