Despite facing breast cancer twice, I don’t do sick so well. I quickly find myself restless with resting and dumbfounded by what passes for entertainment on TV.
Today, I headed to the ER when the flu I’ve been attempting to fight off turned to uncontrollable wheezing. Turns out I have a lung infection. I was sent home with a z-pack, cough syrup, and inhaler and instructed to rest. The meds work great which means that now I’m keen to do anything but rest. Boring.
Maybe it’s because of breast cancer that I don’t have much patience for days like these.