I am hardly ever sick and for that, I am very grateful. However, when I am afflicted with something, I am the WORST PATIENT EVER (I really need to take some lessons from Spencer).
Last weekend, I bought five-pound hand weights to replace my three-pound weights I use when walking. I am determined that these last 20 pounds WILL come off or else. Well, evidently I was a little too zealous because I woke up at 1:30 a.m. this morning and it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. I couldn't take a deep breath or really even move. I lay in bed until 8:00 a.m. when I decided I needed to make sure nothing serious was going on (guess if it had been a heart attack or stroke, I was pushing my luck waiting so long!).
After an EKG and a chest x-ray, the doctor determined that I have "pleura tic" lungs, which is like pleurisy. It doesn't hurt as long as I don't take deep breaths, laugh, cough, bend over...well, basically as long as I don't do anything.
Now I'm on bed rest and Ibuprofen every four hours with orders to skip my workouts for a week. Ugh!
Cole brought me a stuffed "kitty" to keep me company while I am recuperating. So sweet.
"...whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy."