Typically, January is a notorious month for sickness. This is especially true for our family. I can’t recall a January in which we didn’t have some sort of illness. Strep throat, colds, stomach bugs, and flu is usually what we pick up. This January it happens to be the flu. So far, Benjamin, Michelle, Bradley, and I are the only ones who have come down with it. Benjamin and I caught it two weeks ago. Michelle came down with it last week and Bradley got it Monday.
For me, it just kept getting worse, though. Last Wednesday, I went to choir because I was feeling a bit better, and did not have a fever. I also didn’t want to miss due to the fact that our choir director has a “three strikes and you’re out!” policy. This incentive definitely motivates people to come…even when sick. So, with this pressure, I decided I was feeling well enough to go. However, on the way home in the suburban, I started feeling horrible. I couldn’t breathe very well. It was difficult to even talk. When we arrived back home, I rested for a bit on the couch and I started breathing easier. For the rest of the evening, I laid on the couch and relaxed.
When someone is sick in our house, we isolate them and they sleep downstairs on the couch. So, I’d been on the couch for about a week. I decided to sleep in my own bed on Wednesday night, though. I had hives earlier in the evening, so I had taken a Benadryl. Benadryl always causes drowsiness for me, so for the first few hours of the night, I slept peacefully. Then, I woke up coughing and struggling to breathe. One of my sisters ran to get my mom. So, you guessed it…I was back downstairs. Actually, I didn’t care because I really couldn’t sleep due to my breathing. My mom was online trying to figure out what my symptoms meant. When she inspected my fingernails and discovered that they were blue, she suspected pneumonia.
In the morning, my mom drove me to the Texas Med Clinic, which is five minutes away. It was hard. The cold air felt like knives in my chest. Naturally, I couldn’t draw a deep breath, so it left me gasping for air. Once we were inside the clinic, though, I began breathing better. It was a long wait. Four hours. I had a chest X-ray and it revealed that I had a pneumonia. The doctor assumed that I did when the nurse checked my oxygen level and found out that it was low.
So, we finally were able to go home. The doctor prescribed two antibiotics and an inhaler. He instructed that I couldn’t run or do any strenuous physical activity for two weeks.
Thursday night was the longest night of my life. And my mom’s, I’m sure! I guess the antibiotic hadn’t started working yet. I was gasping for air the whole night. The inhaler kept me from going to the hospital, but I could only use it every four hours. It was really weird; the hour before I could use it was the worst. My mom and I were literally counting the minutes until I could use it. I’ve never experienced anything like it…and I don’t want to ever again! I’m so thankful that the Lord was with me and brought me through that night.
After that, I started getting better. I didn’t need the inhaler quite so much and now I don’t need it at all. I’m even finished with my antibiotics!=) Yay! The one that I was supposed to take for ten days caused me to break out in hives…so that one was dropped! The other one only lasted for five days. I’m getting stronger every day. I can walk around without panting now and I’m off the couch! However, my grandparents gave us a nice big screen TV for Christmas, and it made being sick more bearable! Thanks Nonnie and Uh-Oh!
So, at this point, we are watching the other invalids closely to make sure they don’t get pneumonia and praying that the other half of us doesn’t get it. Four of us are still well! It is a interesting sickness. The incubation period seems to be a week. Next Monday will be the true test. =)
I wonder what next January will bring…just kidding!
~Paige