Monday I went to my doctor. I have been coughing for weeks. I mean I would go through these spurts of an uncontrollable cough. It was exhausting. I’m still documenting my oxygen, and on the treadmill, it is often in the low 80’s. (I’m now doing 30 minutes on the treadmill daily.) I woke feeling funny the other night and took my o2 levels and I sware it was in the 60’s, but someone said if that were the case I would be dead.
I didn’t want to go back to the doctors. I knew the drill, antibiotics, and steroids. When I went to the doctor, she did her thing, examination, and x rays and said, ” I can’t send you home. I’m afraid you might die in your sleep.” That is a little dramatic I know but I sometimes need hard slaps in the face like that. I want you to go to the hospital emergency room. I’m calling you in right now.”
I asked if I could go home and get clothes and things and she said no. I did anyway. I called my daughter and told her what the doctor said, and that I planned to admit myself into the nearest hospital to my home. “I’m on my way,” she said. This surprised me. Not that my daughter is not a caring person, it is just that I have gone through such great extents to do this “strong woman; I can go it alone” thing that I didn’t consider there would be anyone there to do things like this with me. My daughter stayed the duration.
In the hospital, I was probably the healthiest on the wing, or I thought was. One doctor said there were 20 patients on the floor with pneumonia. I can’t help but wonder if it did not have something to do with the Harvey floods and the chemical plant blowing up.
I would not do yoga on a hospital floor, ikkk, but I did do my Dragon Tiger qigong, and I walked the halls every day sometimes twice a day. They wanted to give me blood thinners because they said: “patients are in bed so long.” So instead I promised to walk. Donning an oxygen tank, which was too heavy for me to pull and walk with, I guess I was weaker than I thought, I walked the halls my daughter walking alongside me for the days that I was weak. I tethered to a machine.
This I know for sure- my vital signs would not have been as good as they were in the hospital had it not been for the lifestyle change that I started a few months ago. This double pneumonia would have made me old quick.
I spent four days in the hospital. I’m not sure how much this is going to cost me. I meant to look at the insurance policy to investigate other insurances after the divorce, but this year was so crazy with the fire, and the project and the threats from clients that… well, it was not a priority. I have made the decision not to worry about it. I will thrive and get past it. But for now, I heal.
Healing,
Pusche
