Walking Pneumonia...

Ah...Yes!
That would be the reason I was in bed fighting a 103degree fever for 4 days...hoping I could finally sleep it off. But come Sunday, the temp hadn't budged, and I was sick of fighting. So I begged Ryan to take me in to an Urgent Care facility. Although, I didn't need to beg. He was so worried about me, and about out of his mind trying to play both Dad and Mom. Bless his heart.
So, yeah, we went to the Urgent Care @ Copley hospital, and after chest xrays, it was determined that I have Walking Pneumonia. I've never had this before, and I hope I never have it again! It's miserable! It hurts to breathe, to cough, to talk, to stand. Humidity makes me feel like suffocating. And although I hated missing all the fun plans we had for Memorial day weekend (dinner in Chicago with friends, BBQ with family, etc), I am so grateful for things like antibiotics, tylenol and motrin that can be alternated every 3 hrs (I learned that as a new mom...lol), and especially air conditioning!
Even in my misery and discomfort, I cannot imagine people all around the world that suffer from ailments like this, yet have none of the commodities that give me relief. The other night, when it was too humid to sleep in my bedroom, and I had to move down to the couch where the air conditioning helped my breathing tremendously, I thought to myself, "How would I feel if I were in Ethiopia, in a medical tent, trying to recover in the desert heat?? Or if I were in El Salvador, or Africa where poverty is so rampant, and was told that there were no meds?? It really made me realize how blessed I am. Thank you Jesus.