Hey… remember that time when I was about to fly to Ohio for a wedding… and I had that awful cough… and I went to the ER in the middle of the night… and I had pneumonia?
I remember that time.
That time was about two and a half hours ago.
Now, before anybody panics, it’s not that bad. I don’t have get-thee-to-the-hospital-pneumonia, what I have is more like take-this-antibiotic-and-this-inhaler-and-it’s-good-that-you-came-in-before-it-got-worse-pneumonia. Or, “walking pneumonia” as the friendly doctor called it.
But, hey, I got to have my first chest x-ray:
And they gave me an inhaler! And they gave me a treatment while I was there through this spinning, steaming, breathing thingamajig:
Things I learned tonight:
- There is only one 24-hour clinic in Longmont. It’s the hospital. Incidentally, all of the hospital staff were just delightful.
- There are NO 24-hour pharmacies in Longmont.
- That nagging voice, in the back of my head, that says ‘hey – maybe you should see a doctor about this’ was right.