My poor hubby has been sick since last Sunday, coughing and unable to draw a deep breath. On Monday I took him to the doctor, who said he had bronchitis. Thankfully he said the lungs didn't sound like pneumonia, which Hubby has been hospitalized for before. Anyhoo, got the meds and took the lad home.
Tuesday, no better. Wednesday, no better. In fact, my daughter texts me and says that dad can't breath. As soon as I get home from work, I take him to the Urgent Care for an x-ray and breathing treatment. His blood pressure was very high, the machine starting beeping because the levels were dangerous. The x-ray showed no pneumonia still, thank goodness, and the breathing treatment did seem to help. He is miserable though, and even the nurses were popping in more than normal just to make sure he was okay. They give him two shots in the keester, and send us home with more prescriptions, this time for a cough medicine that means business.
So Thursday and Friday go by, and at least he is beginning to look like a human again. He can go without coughing now and is able to get up and move around the house without getting winded. Saturday we go to OKC to help my brother finish clearing out out dad's storage unit. (That was kinda tough, going through all the travel pics and memorabilia from a life lived 88 years.) Hubby is a lot better and makes this trip fine, but he's tired when we get home. Still, it's good to see him looking more normal and not so pale and wan.
Today is Sunday again, one week from when it all started, and he's getting better, but having lots of trouble sleeping at night because of being all stuffed up. Here's to hoping that the improvements continue and he can get back to his normal life.