I've had the flu for the past 5 days, even though I got my flu shot and it isn't flu season. Lucky me. I got sick at work Friday and had to come home. Pretty much slept for the next few days. Malida was a good nurse to me. She made me soup and gave me tepid baths. After 3+ days of fevers and progressive shortness of breath, I finally went to the doctor yesterday. Apparently the flu triggered some sort of restrictive airway disease. My oxygen level was low and I was pretty wheezy. She gave me a breathing treatment and sent me home with steroids and an inhaler.
I feel a lot better today--it's nice to be able to breathe. It's amazing how much better I can breathe after using the inhaler. I think I've been having trouble for a while. And my fevers are gone, so I feel like myself again.
Just in time to report to jury duty tomorrow. I have been "on call" the past two days, which was good, because there was no way I could go in, but I didn't want to postpone, because I don't want to be called again this year. But I have to go in tomorrow. I will go, and tell them I am sick, and they will excuse me. What can go wrong?
Nothing else to say about the last 5 days other than I watched a bunch of bad movies, and a very interesting documentary about the Cowsills. You might recall them from the late 60s-early 70's. They were the group that the Partridge Family tv series was based on. A bunch of enormously talented kids who were destroyed by a domineering father. Anyway, the youngest of them, Susan Cowsill, has continued to make music, and she is really really good.
Ok, I'm off to convalesce.