I was trying to figure out which part of my thrilling Dr.'s visit I should tell you about.
Maybe the part where every time I had to use the elevator---6 times---I ended up being trapped in there with someone who smelled badly...really badly. And as if that weren't punishment enough, they always got off before I did and there I was... left in in this funky elevator looking highly embarrassed and very guilty. I obviously could have skipped the shower and no one would have been any the wiser.
Then there was the part where I saw John Travolta's character from Love Song for Bobby Long in the waiting room. Well at about age 35 but he looked about as healthy as Bobby Long.
Or there was the fun moment after being jabbed and x-rayed and the waiting....
all the flipping waiting...
I was told that, after being in bed since Saturday, I was going to get the bonus of five more days of bed rest. Yipee! I truly hope the sarcasm hits you right between the eyes in that last exclamation. It is one thing to dream about being able to stay in bed when you are well, but quite another to actually have to when you feel like crud. But no worries...I have my survival methods.
But I think that the main thing that I would like to tell you about my visit today is how I got to find out I have pneumonia. But am I feeling sorry for myself? No Siree! Besides, wasn't it Kin Hubbard who said:
“A true lady or gentleman remains at home with a grouch same as if they had pneumonia”
I don't really know what it means but I dare you to find a quote on Pneumonia while you are miserable in bed with a fever and hacking cough!