Remember all that stuff I got done despite feeling sickly? Well, thank heavens. That's all I can say.
I've gotten steadily worse over the week. I felt better briefly on Friday, but by bedtime it was worse than ever.
Skeeter was supposed to work all day today, but he left at noon so that I could go to the little minor medical clinic. I'm glad he did.
I have a bad case of bronchitis. Can bronchitis become pneumonia? When the doctor told me about the bronchitis, he said, "It's not quite pneumonia, but be glad you came in today." Quite honestly, I never expected it to be more than a cold, so I was shocked to hear that.
So now I'm on antibiotics and some sort of super-strong cough medicine. It's making me want to sleep constantly. But hey, that's not much different than I've been feeling lately anyway.
Maybe now I can manage to finish the few posts that I've drafted in between naps and coughing fits.
I'll get to that right after my next nap.