I am so mad at myself.
I have been fighting a cold for several weeks, but exercise didn't seem to make it any worse. However, I knew better than to run in the rain and wind yesterday.
Last night I felt like I was hit by a dump truck. I took a half of an ambien and tried to sleep it off. Still, I couldn't sleep. This morning I spiked a high fever and had an asthma attack. I literally hurt all over. When I couldn't walk across the room Ry took me to InstaCare. A chest x-ray and blood work confirmed that I have pneumonia. They gave me a shot in the hip and sent me home with four prescriptions. Sadly, I can't seem to keep the meds down. If this continues I will have to be hospitilized.
The worst part is that I am not allowed to exercise or go anywhere (including school) for one week. I have been crying because I will miss Grandma Bessie's viewing tonight and funeral tomorrow.
Why did I do that? |