The never ending story

I know you’re sick of reading about the hospital, I’m sick of writing about the hospital, believe me. From its food to its ability to make one feel like a helpless child to its crazy schedules, I’ve dissected it ad nauseam, but I’ve got another one for you.

I just can’t help it.

It's one of those posts you have to write because a blog, if nothing else, is a venue where you can highlight the more absurd episodes of your life. You know, the break down of your automobile that forced you to camp out in the Motel 6 in Nogales, Arizona for a week, or the ticket you got from the humane society for being inhumane to your very own dog, or the theft of your gym clothes, of all things, from your car that unfortunately involved the smashing of the car window. Those kinds of stories….

Here’s my current one: I have pneumonia!

Does it get any better?

It’s a mild case, and in all honesty I would in all likelihood not be getting these meds, dispensed intravenously and by mouth, if I was not in the hospital, pregnant and prone to bleed.

But, alas, I am.

It all started with what I think was a little virus, which morphed into this annoying, never ending, sometimes hacking cough. Which again, in my humble opinion, had something to do with the latest bleed I had on Friday night.

I was returned from labor and delivery Saturday morning without delivering -- thank god. But the cough remains.

So they’ve tried different treatments. Cough medicine, then cough medicine with codeine (I know, I’m pregnant!), then yesterday they decided I should also try this bad boy:

An albuterol inhaler...

Then today a new doctor suggested I get a chest x-ray (I know, I’m pregnant!) and consult with the pulmonologist.

The x-ray, surprisingly, to me and my doctors and nurses who have not heard anything suspect in my lungs, showed gunk in my left lung.

Just a bit of pneumonia.

So now they’re really medicating me.

Orally:

And intravenously:
Gotta love the hospital….