Acute Infections and Emergency Rooms
Two weeks ago I had to wake up Mr. Amazing at 2:30 in the morning to take me to the emergency room. We left the clones sleeping in their beds. They had already witnessed me, earlier in the day, struggling to breathe and it scared them. It scared me as well but I didn't do anything about it. I should have gone in earlier but I didn't know. It crossed my mind a number of times throughout the day that maybe I needed to go to the emergency room. For one thing, I was getting ridiculously short of breath whenever I stood up. If I took more than one step, things became severe. I tried to go from the couch to the washing machine but half-fell half-slumped to the floor less than half the way there, gasping for breath. I couldn't lay down flat either. Mostly I just sat on the edge of things, in a triangle type pose, trying to breathe through what we all just assumed was an unprovoked panic attack on top of an acute infection. (The nurses at the hospital later told me that was e