18 March 2010

A Cure, A Cure!

The new doctor (see previous post) tested a bucket-load of blood and came up with two different "atypical" (whatever that means) pneumonia-causing bacteria with which I'm infected. A carefully chosen antibiotic that's known to knock them both out. Less than 48 hours later, I ran up a flight of stairs.

I carried my briefcase and assorted other stuff up three flights when I got home from work yesterday. At a good clip. Without getting winded. And this morning, again. Took The Offspring to school, and scurried right back up those three flights when I got home.

I can't quite believe it, actually. After five months, I think it's going to take a while to sink in.