exactly! great points. who knows how much and how long and what kind he really needed to truly end such an serious attack of his body. Let’s hope he got it the first time and that it doesn’t spring back worse and leave him antibiotic resistant. Hopefully no pride before the fall. I’ve also had pneumonia twice in my life and it is scary, serious stuff even for us healthy middle agers or young ones full of health, piss, and vinegar :).
I could have cut my body off, in an effort to save my brain....
Seriously, I kid, but I will heed your advice. I used what was readily available to me at the time. I was unable to get to a doctor without an Amber Lamps. So I made do with what I had. I got lucky. I get that.
Yeah, it’s a strange and scary thing; I was in my early thirties, extremely athletic, very energetic, and - like many kids before me - utterly full of myself.
Within a day or two I was humbled and semi-conscious in a bed slick with sweat - mine - and fighting for breath.
Luckily a friend stuffed me in her car and hauled me off to the hospital, where they gave me liberal handfuls of antibiotics (I can’t remember which one) and I spent about a month in bed.
It was a very nasty time.