The silent P

The word around here last week…  pneumonia.  Seriously.  I had pneumonia.  Who gets that? I didn’t have just a regular virus or the flu – or something boring, which I usually have.  More specifically it was walking pneumonia.  I guess the walking part means that you aren’t in the hospital.  Because I wasn’t doing much walking around.  I was taken OUT.  After my stumbling sick Frankenstein walk, it got so much worse.  105 degree fever.  Shortness of breath.  Coughing…so…much. Ugh.  But when the doctor said “it’s pneumonia”

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Well, at least it wasn’t a wasted trip to the doctor.  I got a shot and lots of medication.  It was glorious…  Well it was a few days later when I could breathe and I wasn’t coughing so much that I thought my eyes were going to bleed.  Ok.  A little much.  But it was probably the sickest I’ve been in a very very long time.  At least in my adult life.

And of the kitten above… Little Monkey has a shirt that she picked out at the Red Bullseye Store.  I thought it was cute with kittens, but the other two kids were hiding in the clothing racks, I just grabbed it and threw it in the cart.  Hey, it was on sale.  Only after it was deemed her favorite shirt did I actually READ it.  “You’ve got to be kitten me, right meow”  Ok, so not my first choice of shirts.  But now it’s ours.  At least it’s a long sleeve shirt and will be phased out in a few weeks.  And now we have a catch phrase to say in our family, if someone is being ridiculous.  Not that that ever happens around here…

The one good thing about the pneumonia – I got to teach the girls about the silent p.  I knew there was a spelling lesson in there.  In between the coughs.