I feel like crap. Physically, I mean. This is the first time since Friday afternoon I’ve been sitting upright.
I’ve got a pneumonia. Yes, that is grammatically correct; a pneumonia. It’s basically the name used for any infection in the chest, which is concentrated in a specific part of the lung. At least that’s what my GP told me. And it’s no fun to have one.
Went to my GP on Thursday, having had a quite bad pain in my chest since Monday, in combination with a cough, a headache and, later on, a temperature. Told my GP that I didn’t really think it was anything to bother about, that it was most likely down to stress. She listened to my chest and said: “Doesn’t sound like stress, sounds like a pneumonia” and wrote me a prescription for some funky little tablets to take.
I’m fairly confident that this thing is reasonably mild, but it’s still sore as anything, and I feel physically exhausted. Antibiotics are starting to kick in, so I’m beginning to feel better, though, which is a good sign.
Been sleeping almost non-stop since I took to bed on Friday. Well, I say non-stop. That’s not entirely true. One of my housemates has decided to start using the room above mine as her own personal sitting room, and she’s incredibly heavy-footed, so every time she moves around in there I wake up. Not great.
You know what? I don’t think I’m really up for this. I think I’m going to go lie down again.
Be good to yourselves,