I actually felt well enough to go out on Friday night. Maggie gave me a couple tickets to see Steep Canyon Rangers. I'd met a guy a while ago and thought it might be fun to head out for beers and the concert. Beers were good, concert was good, company was meh, which is how most of my dates have been since moving here. So far I've met a triathlete and we had nothing else in common, so meh. And a guy who lives and dies by astrology, yikes! And a hot guy who is rumored to want to have a serious relationship, but said this to me "I've never had a dog, but I'm thinking of getting one, it will help me settle down". He might want a serious relationship, but he's not ready for one. Bummer. And then there is concert guy. Fortunately there is still the out of state guy, who should be arriving any minute.
Tuesday I woke up feeling like crap, but chalked it up to dinner and wine with friends. But by Tuesday afternoon it was obvious I was getting sicker. I slept like crap, woke up every hour, my body and head ached and my SPO2 was down to 91-92%. Wednesday I called the doctor and we talked some more. After going way back to mid November, which was the start of my feeling achy and having a cough on and and off, he ordered me stronger antibiotics and diagnosed me with mycoplasma pneumonia, aka, walking pneumonia. He told me I wasn't allowed to do anything until my 14 days of antibiotics were gone and he'd checked me out again. I spent the rest of the day Wednesday waiting to feel better. Turns out, pneumonia of any kind doesn't work that way. Antibiotics take a while. But my sinuses are clear now and I have a lot more energy. I've done more today than I've done the rest of the year.
|Poor Moose. Getting very little exercise for two weeks brings out bad habits.|
I sent Springer and him to camp for a couple days to wear them out.