I am sick and addicted

I wanted to write this blog two weeks ago. I finally found some energy and so this idea has been bubbling for two weeks now.

I went to Zeist for my previous blog to participate in an assessment for Leaders of Influence at Xpand. I had a huge drive to participate. Unfortunately, not much of that remains now.

On the way back to Roermond I felt a bit weak. I thought, well, it's a Saturday, probably get a good night's sleep, then the headache will go away by itself. I had deliberately returned to Roermond on Saturday because I had not been to church for four days and I could at least celebrate Sunday.

So those four days worked out to be twelve. At first I had a severe fever up to 39.7°C. But when I got to the doctor, it was drinking well, chugging down two paracetamol at a time, and that four times a day. In addition, I was given a very heavy course of antibiotics to combat the fluid that was in my frontal sinuses and the terrible cough that I am still dealing with today.

So I wanted to keep trying to go to church after that first week of being sick. But each time I had to find that I still couldn't. I thought, "If only I could receive communion I would heal faster." On the Sunday when I was fully dressed to go to St. Christopher Cathedral, I was unpleasantly turned back. The next morning, last Monday, was the first time I was back in church. Only for Mass. Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, which I love to start my day with, was still a little too much. I did that again on Tuesday. But it's more sleeping than praying in church. But oh well, "God's friends receive it sleeping."

Now I went to the doctor again today because I finished the heavy course of antibiotics and had to come for a check-up, my lungs did not sound good. I have pneumonia. Immediately the pulmonologist was called and a blood test was done. Fortunately, that was all good. Now all that needs to be done is a lung x-ray and for the rest, it's just chilling out.