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Update on the Franklin

Still sick.

That's the bad news. The good news is I'm not horking up internal organs any more, and I can breathe without feeling like I've got bits of broken glass where they shouldn't be. Even felt good enough yesterday to leave the apartment to go shopping and do laundry, both of which needed to be done in the worst possible way.

On the down side, it's hard to walk from the door to the mailbox without wheezing, and all the various medications are making me feel almost as crappy as the damn bacteria. Plus I still sound like a frog being strangled at the bottom of a deep well when I try to talk. Thank God for Netflix, that's all I can say.

Liam the kittycat has been absolutely delighted to have me home for the past three weeks, at least. Poor little guy is going to think I've abandoned him once I start working again. He follows me around the apartment and curls up on my lap when I crash on the couch. He's in the habit of sitting on the edge of the tub when i shower and watching me with this expression:

Doctor's appointment again the day after tomorrow. Probably more chest X-rays and stuff. If they don't like what they see, the next step may be to go into the hospital for IV antibiotics. Ugh.


Jan. 8th, 2009 08:02 am (UTC)
Glad you're better. Pneumonia is a big scary deal. You also made me guffaw first thing in the morning. Takes a great deal to keep a sense of humor with pneumonia - on the other hand, it takes any kitteh to make me laugh, really, let alone a ridicolously cute pinkie-nosed one like Liam.

I had a cat who loved to stay in the same room with me when I showered, basking in the heat. She also loved curling up in front of the electric fan heater. And curling up on damp laps, too. The current one only goes into the tub to spring attacks on me from its depths.