Actually getting better.
Saw the doctor on Wednesday and got a chest x-ray. Turns out I had pneumonia. It probably started as flu, and then pneumonia just slid right in. Started antibiotics that evening. By the next morning, I wasn’t coughing nearly as much. I managed to keep sleeping through the morning, which had been impossible before.
This morning, no fever. After eleven days I almost can’t believe it. I still have a cough, but that’s going to take a while to recover from.
A few days ago, I couldn’t imagine not having a fever. And now I don’t, finally, and it’s so hard to wrap my mind around. This sickness kicked my ass, hard. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing anymore. My anniversary happened while I was sick, and autumn, and we found out about France, but processing all of that – not so much.
I need to look for a job. I need to clean the house. I need to figure out what the hell we’re doing TTC-wise. I need to figure out what’s happening with my life.
But maybe not today. Today I can just focus on recovering.