It's Thursday night and I'm starting to see a glimmer of hope for getting better. I last wrote on Sunday when I said that I was starting to feel a little better. About mid day on Monday it was getting difficult to breathe. I had rapid shallow breaths and couldn't get enough air. After multiple calls to my doctors office, and not getting a person any time (including waiting on hold for 40 minutes at one point), I called my sister. I figure if you have 3 kids, that qualifies you to give medical advice, right :)? We tried an emergency care place near our house, and they didn't take my insurance, then finally got ahold of my doctors office. What do you know, even though they actually were still open at 5:30pm, they didn't have any appointments available to someone who was initially getting over the flu but then got worse and was having trouble breathing--and walking. So we headed to Holy Cross to wait in the packed emergency room. PACKED.
We waited, and waited, and waited, and waited and waited some more. I finally got called back and had a bed in the hall since all the rooms were filled. My fear was I'd spend all that time waiting and they'd tell me to rest and drink plenty of water and there was nothing to do for me. So when the doctor told me I needed fluids, my heart sank because I thought she was telling me to drink more water. But she said I needed an IV and they were going to put antibiotics in it to treat for bronchitis, since I have a history of that nasty illness and there was a good chance my cough from the flu would turn into bronchitis. As the IV was dripping in my arm, I slowly started to breathe better, thank goodness. It turned out to be worth it, I think, even though the wait was miserable.
Ron's mom came to the hospital around 9 I think, and she took Evi home with her so she could finally go to bed. The emergency room (especially in the thick of flu season) is not really the best place for a curious 2 year old. Since we didn't get out of the hospital until after midnight, Janet said we could leave Evi there overnight and get her in the morning. Since Ron wasn't feeling great in the morning either, she kept Evi until after her nap and brought her back in the afternoon. It was so nice and so appreciated to just be able to rest and not try to take care of Ev too.
Now it's Thursday and I'm finally feeling better. I had a doctor's appoitment today so I had to leave the house, but I think it was too much too soon. But, there's still a great glimmer of hope and I am so glad. I have one more day of antibiotics for the coughing (although I'm thinking more would have been nice) and I actually have an appetite to eat again! Woohoo, I'm on the road to recovery.
Now a funny Evi story: She didn't want to eat her dinner tonight and as she was squirming to get out of her chair, I asked her why she didn't want to eat it. Her answer, "somebody sneezed on it." Ron and I both told her that it was fine and no one sneezed on it, so what does she do? "AAAA-CHOOO", right on her food. It was a fake sneeze, but where did she come up with that?? Ron had to turn his head away from her so she didn't see him laughing at her ingenuity. Just thought I'd share :).
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