18 March 2009

My Monday Night


Taylor here. So I was having constant chest pains all last weekend -- nothing terribly painful; just a constant pressure. Of course, that meant the whole weekend I was thinking thoughts like "should I jack up my life insurance?" and "Which one of my friends is Steph going to marry when my heart stops this week?"

Finally, the pain worsened enough to scare me into submission. Monday night I spent three hours in the emergency room, where I explained my symptoms to at least 15 people, was prepped for an IV (on both arms b/c they screwed up the first drilling site) to which I was never hooked up, got an EKG and a chest x-ray, and read the latest issue of Probate & Property (riveting, of course). Oh, and I spent at least twenty minutes throughout the night staring at my heart and blood-oxygen monitors, seeing if I could make the numbers go up or down just by thinking about it. (For the curious among you, it worked.)

After all my tests were done, the doctor (who could not have been more than two years older than me -- is that not scary?) came in to give me my prognosis. I have to admit, for a few seconds I was terrified. Then he uttered those glorious words: "You have pneumonia."

Hallelujah!

I never thought I'd be so happy to hear that I had contracted the eighth-most deadly disease in America. Of course, when you're thinking that your bad heart is about to make you another government statistic, the mind finds joy in strange places.

And, to make things even better, it looks like I have a bacterial infection, meaning they loaded me up with all sorts of wonderful pills. Pills are good -- they make it so I'm not contagious and they let me go to work when I probably should be home resting. If everything works out, I'll be clear before the baby comes.

All in all I feel fine -- just playing the waiting game while my lungs drain themselves. And, yes, I am accepting sympathy cookies for anyone who's thinking of dropping them off.

9 comments:

Street Fam said...

Poor Tay Tay!!! Glad that the pills are treating you well. I liked your post...post more often! I love your posts too, Steph! :)

wray and nat said...

omg. good thing you got it checked out in time, you guys can be pretty macho sometimes about seeing a doc.
better bacterial than viral.
get better soon..!

Amy said...

Sorry you're sick! Hope you feel better soon.

Mandy Coffey said...

Taylor, i have to admit you're a good writer, lol. You kept me on the edge of my seat, half laughing half nervous for you.

John, Kara, and Myla said...

Aren't those pills the best!? Clear things right up. Feel better - you've got a kid coming!

Mrs. Sew-n-Sew said...

Do Steph & W have to be checked out, too? Glad you finally gave in and went to see the doc. No time to bring you cookies, and I'm not going to mail you any--maybe I can bring some when I come see your new baby.

GordonandChrissy said...

Taylor, you're hilarious. I loved reading that and I especially liked the plea for cookies at the end. If we lived closer they'd be there now! Love you guys, and we're so glad it was "just pneumonia".

Morgan Lasley said...

I'll marry Steph when you're gone . . . I mean get well soon.

John said...

Eighth deadliest - not too shabby! Just like ornithologists have a "life list" maybe you can keep track of how many of the top-ten pathological killers you've had... though I don't know if that could be called a "life" list or not... :)