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It's all right, Ma, I'm only sighing
Mar. 5th, 2006 03:46 amJennifer is still in the hospital with some unknown lung problem, and I still haven't gotten over the cold I've had for the last fortnight.
I stayed up too late again last night--much like I'm doing tonight, actually--but today I slept all day. I managed to rouse myself for lunch, since it was the last meal Hall would be serving that day. I mentioned to Debbie that I'd had a little trouble breathing last night, since she'd made me promise to tell her if I felt anything at all, and she told me she'd help me make a doctor's appointment on Monday.
After lunch I went back to bed, and was awakened around 6 pm to a knocking at my door. Outside it I found Debbie, Hannah and Dave, who informed me--against protests--that I was going to the hospital.
Debbie and Dave then accompanied me to the little hospital in town (Jennifer is at a big one in Dundee), where I jumped through various bureaucratic hoops in the minor injuries emergency-room-type place before being sent over to the place where they would actually look at me.
Fortunately, the doctor who listened to my lungs said that there was nothing wrong with them; she didn't hear any infection. She did give me an inhaler, though, as my peak-flow numbers were about 3/4 what they should be, and I have some history of asthma. So there's nothing wrong, thankfully, I've just got the Cold from Hell.
I stayed up too late again last night--much like I'm doing tonight, actually--but today I slept all day. I managed to rouse myself for lunch, since it was the last meal Hall would be serving that day. I mentioned to Debbie that I'd had a little trouble breathing last night, since she'd made me promise to tell her if I felt anything at all, and she told me she'd help me make a doctor's appointment on Monday.
After lunch I went back to bed, and was awakened around 6 pm to a knocking at my door. Outside it I found Debbie, Hannah and Dave, who informed me--against protests--that I was going to the hospital.
Debbie and Dave then accompanied me to the little hospital in town (Jennifer is at a big one in Dundee), where I jumped through various bureaucratic hoops in the minor injuries emergency-room-type place before being sent over to the place where they would actually look at me.
Fortunately, the doctor who listened to my lungs said that there was nothing wrong with them; she didn't hear any infection. She did give me an inhaler, though, as my peak-flow numbers were about 3/4 what they should be, and I have some history of asthma. So there's nothing wrong, thankfully, I've just got the Cold from Hell.
