"Just Man Up," Round Two
In a three-hour ordeal that was mostly waiting we poked, prodded, listened, discussed symptoms and medical history at great length, measured my blood oxygen several times, took some X-rays, and drew blood for further tests. Now I get to wait for results from that. There were no immediate red-flags on the X-rays, which, coupled with the healthy sounding lungs almost certainly means I'm not walking around with pneumonia. Sure, the radiologist still needs to look at the pictures, but at this point if there's a smoking gun somewhere it's going to be in the blood work.
I have to confess to being SERIOUSLY pissed. I'm angry enough at all the waiting around and not knowing that I'm ready to put on the "can-do, eff you" hat again and just man up to my regular schedule tomorrow. If I feel like I'm not getting enough air, well, I know that's a lie so I'll just keep going. And if I fall down and need to be hospitalized, well, at least there'll be some proper symptoms for people to argue about.
I hate being sick, but what I REALLY hate is lying around and doing nothing for two weeks.