Ever since the December holidays, someone in my family has been sick. SICK SICK SICK. It's sickening how sick we've been. Come January, I too fell ill. Happily, after a first round of antibiotics and nasal sprays, I was On The Mend. But I still had this funny little rattle in my left lung. All breathing tests pointed to better, however, so I was sent home with a reminder to return in a couple of weeks, "Just to make sure."
I was doing ok, regaining my energy, finally conquering the enormous mess that had been left for me by my loving husband and children...but then this past weekend, things took a turn for the worse. The biggest tip-off that my health was not progressing as it should be was that I lost my voice. Now, for those who know me this is BIG TROUBLE. You see, I am quite a talker, sometimes a singer and also a laugher. And, truth be told, I am occasionally a shouter when all else fails to penetrate the skulls of my delightful (but sometimes deaf) children. And by "occasionally" I mean on every occasion that calls for it, (which is far more often than I would like).
In this case, no voice for Upsidedown was the calm before the storm.
Yesterday was day three of being vocally challenged with increasing bouts of coughing, a perpetual head-ache and a wheeze. I packed myself back off to the doctor. She was not pleased with what she saw or heard. I think she was particularly disgusted with my whispered (no voice) description of my personal brand of lung butter: green with a consistency between rubber cement and paste. She ordered me off for xrays: one of the lungs, one of the sinuses.
Sure enough, I have pneumonia and a sinus infection. This really bums me out.
Hallelujah for the blog, however. For even with no voice, a hideous diagnosis and relegation to bed, the powers that be still haven't managed to shut me up. Due to my forced silence, I have turned to you, my unfortunate readers, to spread the word of my illness. Aren't you lucky? I promise not to breathe on you.