Hi.

So I came down with the worst flu of my life on Sunday (yes, New Year's Eve Sunday, and yes, I was still in Holland) and spent all evening and night biding my time until the next time God called on the porcelain phone. He called back every half hour for a while, then He cut back to just every hour. A little before midnight He quit calling altogether, but it sure seemed like He was keeping His options open.

Monday was a little bit better, and I managed to keep down some melba toast and some noodle soup.

Tuesday I flew home and realized on the plane that I was still a bit feverish.

By Wednesday morning, the fever was up over 103.

The fever broke a bit, and Thursday and Friday it was hovering between 100 and 101. But the nurse I talked to Friday morning found out I was coughing up a bit of blood and sent me to the emergency room.

After three and a half hours, I had a diagnosis (Flu, plus Pneumonia. Whee!), a couple IV drugs, and a prescription for Zithromax.

I feel much better than I did, but I'm still mildly feverish and now I'm coughing like there's no tomorrow, as I guess all the fluid from the Pneumonia is starting to work its way out.

I'll post a real entry when I feel completely human again.

link (6 jan)