Well folks I've been married officially now for nine days and Andy has
already had a chance to see if I really meant what I said when I gave
my vows. Approximately two hours after we left our wedding
reception, my brand new husband found himself with a boiling
temperature and unable to breathe. As luck would have it, he has
Pneumonia. Good times. I've been a little neurotic over the last
week. The xray tech called the day after Andy was diagnosed with
Pneumonia and said there were some abnormalities that concerned them
and he needed a CT scan so they could get a better look. After the CT
scan, the doctor said they couldn't see past the infection to have any
sort of idea of what the abnormalities are. We'll have to wait six more
weeks for any definitive news. These happenings have prompted some
real heartwarming conversations between hacking fits.
Andy: "You know, it's pretty crazy to think I'm sick with an illness I definitely would have died from a hundred years ago."
January: (Staving off panic attack at images of being widowed after only one week) "Yes, Andy, that is pretty crazy."
Andy's been house-bound for the last week and a half and we had to
postpone our trip to Costa Rica by a few months, but nothing a little
Battleship and far too much tv can't handle. I wouldn't recommend
watching more than two Grey's Anatomy episodes in succession. We
rented the first two seasons to watch which was a bad idea on several
different levels. First of all, EVERY patient is worst-case-scenario
and needs some sort of life-threatening surgery to cure their rare and
deadly illness, AND people die sad, sad deaths.
All in all, we've had a good time trying to keep each other entertained and distracted from the thought that we could
be at a tropical resort walking, talking, moving around, going outside,
you know, doing things that you can do when you are able to breathe in
and out. Someday this will be nothing but an amusing anecdote, I'm sure