Blindsided

The docs told me on Saturday that I would be sure to have some bad days.
I totally expected that. However, it was Saturday, and I was feeling great!
Walked over 6000 steps, climbed on the stepper, felt a-okay. Was even enjoying
the food! My bad days would come, but not yet!

Ah. The hubris of mankind.

About 4am Sunday morning, I woke up with chills and a 102.7 degree fever.
I had some sort of infection, causing anyone to visit me to gown and mask up.
In addition, my blood pressure had dropped to very low levels, causing the docs
to pump in more fluids. The extra fluid, combined with lack of movement, caused
pneumonia.

Well. If you are going to contract pneumonia, a hospital is a good place for that. It took
a few days, but I am now feeling much better - still getting lots of antibiotics, but the
fluid is out of my lungs, and I am actually eating a bit. Also puking a bit, but that's how
it goes around here.

I hope to get rid of the oxygen canula by tomorrow. And people can just visit as they are
without looking like extras on Grey's Anatomy.

So - lesson learned - when they tell you there will be bad days, expect them sooner than
later. But also know that the docs will do what they can to minimize the bad days. They
don't want me sick either.

I still don't have a ton of energy to answer everyone's emails or comments, but please know
that I read them all!!