A cough that won’t quit. That’s what I’ve had for about a week. And, because I was so focused on my aching back I hardly noticed the cough until the last couple of days when the backaches became a thing of the past. I mean it was just a shallow cough…no fever, no chills, didn’t keep me up at night…but I think EVERYTHING, even little things, become big things after surgery.
We’re heading to Erin’s tomorrow so if I was going to get this cough checked out, it had to be today. Called yesterday to talk to the nurse who immediately made an appointment for me to get a chest X-ray and see the doctor. (Chest X-ray….for a little cough…whew, these guys don’t mess around.)
By today it was worse. I was so worn out from coughing I ended up going back to bed after breakfast. Got up in time to go over to Anderson and by that time my head was going all sorts of places…mostly to pneumonia. I felt so guilty. They warn you about pneumonia when you’re in the hospital…give you a spirometer for breathing exercises, tell you to get up and keep moving A LOT and breathe deeply.
So all the way over to the hospital I’m thinking, “I haven’t walked as much as I should. I haven’t used the spirometer every hour because I have coughing fits whenever I try. I spend entirely too much time sitting or lying around. It’s my own fault if this turns out to be pneumonia.”
It’s NOT pneumonia. It’s just a cough. Evidently, it’s not rare that people get one after surgery. And I have prescription and assorted recommendations (use the spirometer) and instructions to to call tomorrow afternoon and let them know how the meds are working.
And, in the midst of treating all these people who a battling cancer, they took time to see me, to treat me very seriously. They couldn’t have been kinder or more thorough. Lord, I love MD Anderson. And I’ll love them even more if their prescription actually works.
Things going right:
Lana’s video is done (it could be better but hey, it’s my first attempt.) The guy at the Apple store was blown away by how gorgeous the pictures were. That’s because most of them were taken by the photographer mom, not the amateur nana.
I haven’t had a backache in three days and am off pain meds except at night (and that’s just because I’m too chicken to go totally off them for a couple more days)
I do not have pneumonia.
We’re going to see the Littles in less than twenty-four hours.
My husband is still as patient as ever…doesn’t even roll his eyes when I go back to bed for yet another nap.