Oh, some years...
Dec. 26th, 2012 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kate_schaeferThis hasn't been the most entertaining fall or early winter I've ever experienced. From October 15 to about December 7, I had a respiratory complaint which we characterized progressively as a cold, a bad cold with a nasty cough, bronchitis, and walking pneumonia (in modern medicine, they call it atypical pneumonia, but it's still a brontosaurus to me). The treatment was push fluids and rest, push hot fluids and rest, push hot fluids and rest and antibiotics and albuterol, push hot fluids and rest and albuterol and inhaled steroids and are you sure you understand the concept of rest? At which point my butt spent significantly more time in bed, and my lungs miraculously got all better.
While all this was going on, for weeks and weeks, I canceled some things and did some others, coughing pathetically the whole time. I made Camille jokes and Chopin jokes. My father made Gipper jokes. I reminded him that George Gipp died several years before Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin, and that I'd have considerably better treatment, though probably no one would ever make a saccharine movie based on my life or death. I got better; I relapsed; I got better again.
My atypical pneumonia was caused by home improvements. We did a big round of stuff: earthquake retrofitting, insulation retrofitting, and long-overdue exterior repaint. The house looks great, if you like primary colors as much as we do, it's less expensive to keep warm, and it won't fall off its foundations for anything less than a 9. Probably. The whole process generated an immense amount of dust. In retrospect, it would have been better had I gone on a nice trip to practically anywhere rather than staying at home while the work was done. We tried to keep the house as dust-free as possible, but it's hard to keep up with blown cellulose.
At any rate, it's all over. No more pneumonia, and we'll have the daughters and grandchildren visiting soon to celebrate the designated midwinter holiday of your choice. Yep. Things are fine fine fine.
I have shingles.
While all this was going on, for weeks and weeks, I canceled some things and did some others, coughing pathetically the whole time. I made Camille jokes and Chopin jokes. My father made Gipper jokes. I reminded him that George Gipp died several years before Alexander Fleming discovered penicillin, and that I'd have considerably better treatment, though probably no one would ever make a saccharine movie based on my life or death. I got better; I relapsed; I got better again.
My atypical pneumonia was caused by home improvements. We did a big round of stuff: earthquake retrofitting, insulation retrofitting, and long-overdue exterior repaint. The house looks great, if you like primary colors as much as we do, it's less expensive to keep warm, and it won't fall off its foundations for anything less than a 9. Probably. The whole process generated an immense amount of dust. In retrospect, it would have been better had I gone on a nice trip to practically anywhere rather than staying at home while the work was done. We tried to keep the house as dust-free as possible, but it's hard to keep up with blown cellulose.
At any rate, it's all over. No more pneumonia, and we'll have the daughters and grandchildren visiting soon to celebrate the designated midwinter holiday of your choice. Yep. Things are fine fine fine.
I have shingles.
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