Relative Something

I’m a hot mess. Right in the middle of sharing descriptions of our adventures in Iceland, I find myself in a foggy fever-induced sleep for hours on end, with no appetite and my lungs congested in the worst way. Is this a souvenir I picked up during our trip?

After starting as a nuisance cold, my symptoms settled into my lungs, which is typical for me. For days, I bounced between seeming better and then feeling worse. Yesterday morning, I woke up with a fever and made an appointment to be seen by a doctor.

Her diagnosis was that it had become pneumonia.

Let’s review:

• Lingering shoulder pain has led to an MRI and diagnosis of a small tear in my rotator cuff.
• Pain down my left leg was attributed to pressure on the nerve in my lower back.
• Tuesday morning, my right hand and wrist are punctured by thorns bad enough I consult with a nurse at our clinic.
• Thursday morning, I am diagnosed with pneumonia.

I have an appointment on Monday for a consultation with an orthopedist regarding the information in the MRI of my shoulder. I’ve had two sessions of physical therapy to learn new exercises I can do for my shoulder and back. The puncture wounds on my wrist haven’t shown any symptoms of infection, and the pain is subsiding, so the threat from those wounds is waning. I have started antibiotics to treat my pneumonia and the incessant coughing has calmed considerably.

But, really, I’m starting to feel like I’ve suddenly been jinxed by some gremlin that has a grudge against my good health.

Pardon the interruption in my descriptions of our Icelandic adventures. I was just getting to one of the big highlights that happened on our second day. Here’s a hint:

I’ll tell you all about it if my health continues to improve and I can get myself up out of bed.

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