As I was struggling to get up from a two hour nap for the third time this week and desperately wishing it were a four hour nap, I thought to myself, “Am I depressed? Why can’t I get out of bed like a normal person?” But since I didn’t feel any sadder or meaner (than usual by 3pm) I chalked it up to this stinking cold.
Turns out it’s pneumonia. Salty and I are all crackle lunged.
Honestly, it’s a relief to know what’s going on. I get winded doing anything this week and even braved the dreaded Kiss & Ride Monday morning because I didn’t feel up to the walk/scooter to school. So walking pneumonia is more like shuffling pneumonia or Kissing & Riding pneumonia. Good news is maybe my voice hasn’t turned to crap irrevocably after all. Just need to stop coughing and depneumonify my lungs, and I’ll be ship shape and bristol fashion by my rehearsal with the maestro this weekend, yes? And if not, well, that’s what technique is for.
Which is to say: I have nothing interesting to report nor witty to observe and am going to bed early tonight. Cough, cough.