2004-06-15 - 10:16 p.m.
Well, the nasty cold that I've been battling since late last week has now been officially diagnosed as pneumonia, thanks to an asthma-attack-induced Emergency trip this morning. I'm on antibiotics and enough steroids to turn me into am east german weight lifter, and still feel like crap.
Although possibly the scariest thing was the hospital food - they fed me lunch while I waited for my X-ray since I'd been there since early that morning. There was cream of chicken soup and vanilla pudding, two creamy beige substances distinguishable at first glance only by the fact that one was steaming and the other wasn't. ick.
It always seems unfair that in order to be sick enough to take significant sick time off work, you have to be sick enough that you can't really do anything but lie on the couch and moan. I actually watched an entire episode of America's Next Top Model. And cared about who was eliminated at the end. I'm blaming it on the mentally unbalancing effect of the steroids...
