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I am so mad at myself.

I have been fighting a cold for several weeks, but exercise didn't seem to make it any worse. However, I knew better than to run in the rain and wind yesterday.

Last night I felt like I was hit by a dump truck. I took a half of an ambien and tried to sleep it off. Still, I couldn't sleep. This morning I spiked a high fever and had an asthma attack. I literally hurt all over. When I couldn't walk across the room Ry took me to InstaCare. A chest x-ray and blood work confirmed that I have pneumonia. They gave me a shot in the hip and sent me home with four prescriptions. Sadly, I can't seem to keep the meds down. If this continues I will have to be hospitilized.

The worst part is that I am not allowed to exercise or go anywhere (including school) for one week. I have been crying because I will miss Grandma Bessie's viewing tonight and funeral tomorrow.

Why did I do that?

Still very sick, but only about half as miserable as yesterday. :)

Went to Grandma Bessie's funeral. Ry and the kids went early to participate in the viewing. My parents took me just in time for the family prayer and funeral. I tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible in my surgical mask, yeah right. Ryan had pre-warned everyone that I was sick, so no one tried to lay any big ones on me. I am so grateful that I went. Ryan gave a beautiful talk about Grandma.

Still sick (as to be expected) but improving. I still feel very weak but it feels more like lack of calories than being hit by a dump truck. I suppose that is a good transition. Feeling better enough to begin panicking about missing school (which I assume is also a good sign). 

I was hoping to wake up feeling well enough to walk a mile or two on the treadmill. Sadly, I don't think that is going to happen for a while, definitely not today.

Although my muscular aches and pain are near gone, as of this morning I still could not breathe well. Yesterday I felt dizzy and light-headed all day. I attributed it to a lack of calories. This morning I felt the same. I decided to call my asthma doc to see if I could just come in and have my breathing checked. Glad I did.

In short, my numbers were HORRIBLE. I knew they would be bad, but not this bad. Even after my inhaler my large airways were functioning at 56% and my small airways at 38%. No wonder I was feeling so dizzy. I was immediately given a breathing treatment (nebulizer with bronchiodilating meds). I got really shaky and a bit nauseated, but it worked. After 10 minutes of treatment I felt like I could take a real breath. They retook my stats, most airways were functioning close to the 90s and my oxygen intake had increased dramatically.

What it comes down to: my pneumonia is cleaning up nicely, but my asthma is being stubborn. They quadrupled my advair intake for 2 weeks, and I have to take my prednisone (I hate that stuff). But if it will allow me to breathe, I will do it.

I asked about exercising, specifically running. He said that I could try as soon as I felt up to it, but that I will likely not make it very far for a couple more weeks.

Come on inflammation ... be gone!!!!

(Since the breathing treatment I feel so so so so SO much better.)

After yesterday's breathing treatment I became a little too optimistic.

Woke up this morning not feeling as well as yesterday after the treatment, but still better than I had felt yesterday morning. Decided to try and go to school.

Made it to two classes, but now I feel exhausted.

I am feeling a little blue today. I really thought I would have kicked this thing by now. Looks like I still have a ways to go. Onward and upward.

*A special thanks for all of your nice comments. I am so lucky to know so many good-hearted, compassionate people. All my love to you. :)

Breathing not too well today. Went in to the doc's for another breathing treatment after my physics test. Numbers low again.

Been instructed to have a breathing treatment every 4-6 hours for the next 7 days. Sent me with a nebulizer and enough medicine for the treatments so that I could do them at home. Grateful for the means to get better ... hasten the day. :)