Well, I wasn't so lucky. On the 27th, I caught what ever it was that Angie had. Knowing the course that this illness took with Angie, I wasn't too excited. My temperature was over 101 and soon 102 and then up to 103. I could sum it up with one word...MISERABLE ! My BIG concern is my lungs, as I have Asthma.
Sunday I went to the Emergency room and respiratory therapy came and gave me a breathing treatment. Armed with a Zpack and also an rx for prednisone, I decided to spend the next few days in a motel, hoping that Bob would not catch what ever it was that hit me like gang busters.
My first thought was this would be rather nice...TV and a bath tub. Well, day one and two, I could care less about either. I just slept. The last night I will admit, I enjoyed watching TV and I did enjoy a relaxing bath...A Sign ! I must be getting better. I was. My temp was back to normal and I was wanting to get home.
I got home armed with a can of Lysol and a box of disinfectant wipes.
Still pushing fluids, and taking my supplements. Breathing is still an issue and my peak flow is really low. Trying to get through this without going on Prednisone, which I believe is a miracle and a curse.
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