We’ve been walking wounded here this past week.
Tim got a bad chest cold, and I followed suit pretty quickly. We thought Tim had a sinus infection and planned to take him to a clinic on Thursday. But on Wednesday night, his asthma flared up and we had to go to the ER at 11:45 p.m. (The 40-hour clock starts now.)
Turns out it wasn’t just a bad cold, nor was it a sinus infection. It was pneumonia. Lovely.
He got released at 4 a.m. At 9:30 a.m., I was in my doctor’s office to make sure I didn’t also have pneumonia.
Tim was concerned because my symptoms were similar to his, if milder. I didn’t have pneumonia, but she did think I had a sinus infection and put me on antibiotics.
Tim was still worried, so the doctor told me to come back if my breathing got worse. Which, of course, it did a mere three hours later. I started coughing a lot and wheezing when I exhaled.
But my doctor was gone for the day, so I had to go to an urgent care clinic. The doctor there agreed with the previous diagnosis: not pneumonia. He explained a little better that this was a secondary infection, caused by the original bug, that had made its way into my sinuses/bronchi. Double lovely.
Then on Friday, I had a miscarriage.
I hadn’t announced the pregnancy because we were being more circumspect after the first miscarriage. It didn’t help this time, though. I think I’m still too sick to really grieve. I guess that will come later.
Here’s the thing: I get that there’s never a GOOD time to have a miscarriage. But this was on Tim’s and my anniversary (four years married, six together) and two days before Mother’s Day. That’s the universe slapping you in the face. With a big wet fish.
Since my OB/GYN closes early on Fridays, we had to go to the ER when the bleeding worsened. We arrived at the hospital just before 2 p.m. That means we visited two ERs, one urgent care clinic and one plain old doctor’s office in just over 38 hours.
Usually, I’d pontificate more. But I’m supposed to basically lie down as much as possible for the next few days. The more I’m up and about, the worse the bleeding and cramps will get. And they’re already bad enough that I’m taking regular Vicodin.
So I’m going to go lie down and wait for all of this to hit me in a way that’s more than physical.
I probably won’t post until at least Tuesday.
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