Last year I had pneumonia, actually double pneumonia. When my son-in-law called an ambulance because I couldn’t make it to his car, that’s when we both knew I had waited a little too long to see a Doctor.
He kept very cool and calm . I didn’t. When the medics tried to lay me down on their gurney, I fought them. I mean I really fought them, punching one in the arm. I didn’t want to lay down. It made me feel like I was drowning. I wanted to sit up and I was going to sit up if it killed me- or them. At that point it didn’t matter. Unfortunately it was three against one and they won. It was all for insurance purposes that I had to lay down and be strapped in. I gave a good fight but lost. They did try hard to raise the back of the gurney but it wasn’t enough. I needed air and I needed it now. We all finally made it into the ambulance and they put something over my mouth. It wasn’t oxygen, they had already stuck that up my nose. It was probably a nebulizer with meds in it. Thank goodness, it worked fast and I finally felt like I was getting some air. Then it hit me. I must have looked like some crazy person to them. I did apologize for whacking the one that I did. He was fine about it, said it happens all the time. I got well after three weeks in the hospital and a rehab center.
Now, the point of all of this is ever since it happened my sister and I are very afraid of germs and bacteria and other nasties you find on money and doorknobs and grocery carts (one of the worst, so I’ve been told by my paranoid sister). In one of the smaller grocery stores in town, they actually have a vat of antibacterial wipes you can use after you shop. But I got my sister covered for Christmas.I gave her a pen shaped thing you can carry with you in your pocketbook then just spray it on your hands and voila , no germs–hopefully. I also got her the wipes in single packs to carry around with her but I left myself defenseless. I have nothing. But then again, do I really need anything. They say you need to expose your body to some germie things so you will build up your immune system towards them. What a dilemma ? To wipe or not to wipe. I know I don’t want to fight paramedics anymore.
I take all sorts of natural immune boosters. Maybe that will help. But is it enough? Where does it end. Hopefully not with me in the hospital again. Though the food at our local hospital is awesome. It’s like a restaurant, you get all these choices and it actually tastes good. I know a few ladies who actually meet there once a week for lunch. Unfortunately, the food at the Rehab center wasn’t so great. I think their nutritionist was on drugs. I was on there so called low fat diet and I gained 7 lbs. OK, so a few people did bring me snacks. But only popcorn and corn crackers. OK, so I did sneak into the kitchen and got little tubs of peanut butter and stuffed them in my pockets for the crackers.
But, should I go to the store and buy antibacterial wipes. I could at least wipe off the grocery shopping carts
and doorknobs and telephones. My son-in-law is catching a cold again. He got a cold just before I got pneumonia last year so I’m staying as far away from him as possible but he touches stuff. Maybe I should buy plastic gloves. Maybe I should just go to a motel. Oh Lord, I just touched my eyes and I don’t know if my hands are clean or if I touched something my son-in-law touched. He’s in the kitchen cooking turkey soup. You can bet your ass I’m not eating it. It’s a weight watchers dinner tonight. Hopefully it’s been frozen long enough to kill germs.