I always thought the flu was the worst virus I could get. Oops. I was wrong, which makes me wonder what virus I really did catch. But like an unidentified “hit and run” driver, I’ll never know.
So, a big “FU” to the mystery virus from hell.
After three weeks of IVs, I’m done. Today will be my first shower in three weeks. I can’t wait. Even the dogs won’t get near me, and I have exceeded my own comfort level of grime.
My FEV1 hasn’t budged. I’m still coughing up a lake of phlegm three times a day. Oh, well, what can I do that I’m not already doing?
“Carry on and keep calm,” says the Wise Man.
It’s bright and sunny in Los Angeles today and life is good. And with a little luck, I’ll see another Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family. It doesn’t get better than that.