"It ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward"

So......That's been an interesting couple of weeks for me. I've been ill for a long time now. Partly ignored in the hope it would go away, and partly because other stuff was happening. Other stuff as in my other half had a bad accident in Christmas week and I was dealing with that. So eventually when I did go to the doctors I had various infections in my respiratory tract. 4 anti biotics later and still no better. During this time I had various special occasions all of which I tried to celebrate but it's difficult when one can't keep anything down. So my morning routine became one long cycle of getting up, puking, getting dressed, puking, going to work, puking.... well you get the picture. Finally had enough when while vomming my chest burned and pain went down my arm. And my left lung was agony.
                                                      My doctor is either very busy (lol) or doesn't work much cause I had to wait days for an appointment. Finally got to see him and he immediately knew I had pneumonia. I have to say that at this point I was actually starting to feel better. A trip to hospital and IV antibiotics etc was on the cards. Hell no. I refused point blank to go anywhere near a hospital. The same hospital that my mother died in, from pneumonia. No freaking way. So I was stubborn and dug my heels in and told him under no circumstances was I going etc etc. Super antibiotics were duly dispensed and I was let home for complete bed rest. Anyhoo, anyone who knows me knows that I don't rest well but I did what I was told and now I'm on the road to recovery.
                                                        So during this time, Pat was still off work. The lovely people he works for decided that he'd had enough pay and cut him off. And not being able to work, I wasn't getting paid either. This was no fun, and I really don't want to go down this road again. Thank the universe for family and friends, because without them I would have driven my broken wee car off the edge of the pier. It's funny how vulnerable one becomes when ill. And how people can be dismissive and cold. I don't want to go into details but certain people have recently shown their true colours and not all of them good. Now I'm on the mend, I wouldn't like to be in their shoes. S'all I'm saying.
                                                        I'm back at work now, and so happily is Pat. We should get ourselves sorted over the next few weeks. I'm looking forward to Easter and having some time off. Nice stuff planned for then too. And soon after I will be on my way to Spain to spend time with my wonderful Jamie. So I guess I'm looking for some positives to take out of this whole horrific experience. The main thing for me is that I didn't break down(much) and I didn't give in. I am a strong stubborn person who will fight. I have it within me to get over and deal with these things. I didn't take it all on my own shoulders, but I reached out to family and friends. My struggles will be ongoing, but I'm doing my best and that's all anyone can ask. It's definitely not how you find yourself in a situation, it's how you get out of it that counts.

SharonAnn