It’s an odd light outside – that warm late afternoon brightness hitting the leaves, a sullen cold darkness underneath. Do you know what I mean? It’s spring, but the light has that early autumn look to it. I have the window all the way open, and Digit is sitting at the screen, licking his chops, satisfied that he woke me from my nap in time for dinner.
Yes, nap. No, I wasn’t at work. I did go in yesterday for ten hours and left more tired than can be imagined. On my doorstep at home was a gift of SLIPPERS from one of my favorite people, so I was very cheered. Today I got up, feeling like hell, like a cow had slept right ON my chest and I couldn’t move the beast. I went in to work. At hour eight, I went home four hours early. Luckily, the people who had to cover for me did so cheerfully, and almost voluntarily. I think my cough is fierce and alarming to those not used to it. And I realized that eight hours, while it’s a short shift for me, is long damn enough (I think I meant “damn long enough” but I like it better this way).
I think I’ve been a little naive in thinking that it goes like this: You get sick. You get better. ‘Tisn’t like that. It goes more like this: You get sick. You get a little sicker. You get a little better but still feel sick. Maybe a little better after that, but don’t PUSH it. Then you feel pretty sick again. I push things. Why, yes, I do. Surprised? Why not?
I was supposed to go to dinner tonight with friends, after my shift (I know, I know. I push). I was so sad that I would miss them (and the steak they were cookin’ for me), but when I called to cancel, my lovely friend said she’d drive my dinner over later. That’s what you get when you listen to your body. (OMG, speaking of listening to bodies, did you read Greta’s post today (March 27th, Stars on Ice)? Holy cow. She is dialed IN, people, and I’ve seen it in action.)
I get almost three more days to rest up, don’t have to be back at work until 5pm on Tuesday to start back to midnights. I’ll be good and strong by then. And now, I’m off to enjoy watching the light change in this dusk…..
Mmmm, breath gently today my dear. Eight hours is a full days work for many people you know and those lungs of yours have been engaged in action big time so even if you do wear knee high boots, tiara and swing a mean lasoo {huh aint no cowboys in Wales cept the plumbers so think that’s spelt wrong,) I am here to tell you that you are a wonderful woman but no Wonder Woman so be gentle on your lungs and don’t aim for getting fantastic ‘pictures’ of scarred lungs eh.
Wishing you happy get-better-soon thoughts.
I am also perplexed by the feeling better/getting worse phenomenon. Props to you for taking the weekend off. We need our marching lungs, you know!
Sweetpea: Weeks. It can take weeks. I don’t want to discourage you…but I don’t want you to take risks. Pneumonia is serious damn stuff (I like it that way, too).
aw…it sucks to be sick. Yes, I’ve thought that, too – you’re sick and then the medicine makes everything move around then move out and you feel worse for it. Rest, dollface, that’s an order!
Be careful with yourself; recovering takes longer than you’d expect. My mother had pneumonia when I was in elementary school, and she took a long time to get better and then even longer to get well again.
I hope that you keep getting better and better every day.
Feel better! I have never had pneumonia. I don’t even really like spelling it. Take it easy–I understand it is easy to get it back again. And 8 hours is a full day in my book!
Ahem…I have retyped what I was going to say at least three times already, and although I know it sounds BOSSY,
Go to BED and stay there.
REST. If you MUST get out of bed, put on your new slippers and admire them from the couch.
please?
I know how hard it is not to be your usual self….as a card carrying Stubborn Girl Who MUST not Rest for fear of missing something….I know, oy, do I know.
New Moan Ya will get ya if ya don’t watch out.
With all due respect dear, Back to Bed. Right This Minute.
Or I shall be forced to send the daughter bird to watch over you. SHE is relentless, and she loves you dearly, and STUBBORN? You and I (COMBINED) pale in comparison. ’nuff said.
You’re switching back to midnights? When did this happen? I know I’ve been a bit distracted lately, but I didn’t think I was THAT out of the loop…
new banner! brava!! brava!! ever see “dressed to kill” — the eddie izzard show? i love when he says “ciao” on his imaginary vespa.
Love the new banner. It blinked a couple of times but it is lovely. 🙂
I had pneumonia in january and it took me 2 1/2 months to get completly over it. Take it easy and keep an eye on your breathing. I had to get an asthma inhaler and still have to use it. Not often but it is nice to know I have it.
So glad that you’re taking the weekend off! But really, take care of yourself. Even if you’re feeling better, you’re still on the mend. Rest. And lots of it, missy.
I feel like such a nag. I know I sound like one. But we want you all better, you know!!!
🙂
I’ll join the nagging but well-meaning chorus. Pneumonia’s no mere flu that you can get over in a week or so–it takes a while to really leave you. So take it easy and do plenty of Nothing.
And I love the new banner photo. You really are into the orange these days, aren’t you? The blog title looks like a sign identifying that specific orange building as your glass house.