Pneumonia… Again…

Well, the Dr. confirmed my fears & suspisions, I have pneumonia. I caught it early enough that I won’t have to be hospitalized (hopefully). I find it scary that I know enough of how it feels that I can tell when it’s jsut starting. This makes 4 or 5 times in my life I think. So far I’ve only been hospitalized for it 3 times I think. I can’t honestly remember how many times I had it in my youth. I remember once being in an oxygen tent, once when someone, my dad I think, gave me a bunch of Disney puzzle blocks in a case. (Those were cool, there were 6 different pictures and you put the puzzle together by turning the cubes.) Then there was another bout in eighth grade. I still have a cyst on my hand from that one.

1 bottle of antibiodics, 1 steroid inhailer, 1 expetorant, and one cough medicine = $98. Hmm, wonder what it would have been without the insurance.

I also have distinct memories of going for some sort of procedure as a kid. I’m not sure if it was for the pnuemonia or what. I had to drink some nasty stuff, they knocked me out and whatever they did I woke up in the middle of it. The Dr. or someone said “Oh Shit he’s awake” then they knocked me back out. The next thing I remember was someone waking me up and there was a baloon tied to the gurnee. I should probably ask my mother about that sometime.

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