This is the 21st Century and Pneumonia is not treated as the life threatening condition as it was in the middle of the twentieth, when I had it last.
In my infancy I contracted it and miraculously survived. It was a proud moment for my mother. Many times I would hear her say to other mothers words like “...didn’t think he would make it” or “it must have been god’s will.”etc.
Now I call in to work and say I have been diagnosed with pneumonia and they want to know if I will be coming in on Monday. In part wonderful and in part sad. Pneumonia is still a major killer amongst the elderly and infirm. I don’t quite qualify as either but am certainly on the downhill side in the direction of both.
With the uber-antibiotic churning through my system and a night time prescription medicine knocking me out for so long, I just about skipped today, I feel on the mend.
I feel as bad as I did when first I went to the doctor and was told it was just a mild infection and should pass in a week or two. As things go at the moment, feeling that bad is an improvement.
I am not going to work on Monday.
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