My impression of pneumonia was that you usually got it when you were over the age of 80 while you were in the hospital recovering from a broken hip.
Turns out, pneumonia is not a respecter of age, because poor Ada developed it.
She ran a fever for 12 days with no other symptoms. After ruling out a UTI the doctor ordered chest x-rays and blood tests. Thinking she most certainly had a fatal disease, I practically had us checked into the Ronald McDonald House where we could receive treatment while I homeschooled Cambel (several nightmares rolled into one here). Obviously, I have a special gift of worrying way beyond what the circumstances call for, but in my defense, she was one sick girl. We were all strangely relieved to hear it was "only" silent pneumonia.
After lots of rest, liquids, and antibiotics, she is on the mend.
2 comments:
Maria,
I'm so glad she's improving!
It was good to see you Friday night, good to hug you and catch up a bit!
Thank you for your friendship!
It's so unlike you to worry. Why whatever possessed you? Glad Ada is feeling better. (Another jewel in your crown)
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