Last week Wednesday, Rob began an entire week of holidays. Isaiah and I were both very excited to have Rob home for a whole week. We started planning a little "mini" vacation to Winnipeg, where we would stay in a hotel for one night and then finish our Christmas shopping. Just our little family of 3.
Wednesday was a nothing day, and quickly turned into Thursday. I should mention, that for about a week I had been having a strange cough, that seemed to not be getting any better, but I was just trying not to think about it. Thursday evening, Rob and I met with the elders of our church and they prayed over us, about my MS and all the struggles that come along with that, and anointed us with oil. It was supremely awesome-we go to such a great church.
Reservations were made for Rob and I (and Isaiah) to stay for one night at the 4 Points by Sheraton hotel in Winnipeg. We got a super awesome deal on www.priceline.com, and were very excited to have a day away.
Friday morning, I woke up with a huge fever. I couldn't figure it out. I was achy, I was cold, I was hot, I was coughing, everything hurt. I was miserable! Rob figured we should maybe cancel the room, but because of the way we booked it, we wouldn't have been refunded any money if we canceled. So, in all the stubbornness I could muster, I told Rob that we were still going and that we were going to have a good time.
We didn't have a good time.
We got to the hotel room and I was so feverish, that I couldn't stop shaking. I threw myself under the covers and started to break out into a sweat because part of me thought I was also very hot. Rob decided to take Isaiah with him to go find us some supper somewhere and bring it back to the hotel. I had absolutely no appetite whatsoever, but Rob and Isaiah still had to eat. The plan was for me to rest, and then we would hit up the mall after supper. I'd feel better.
I didn't feel better. If anything, I felt worse.
We stayed in the hotel room all evening. I didn't sleep much at all that night, I was up coughing and trying to work through a wicked fever. In the morning, Rob took Isaiah downstairs for breakfast--I still had no appetite, and could hardly move anyway, so there was no point in me venturing outside the hotel room.
They came back, we packed up, and we went home. I felt terrible. I felt so bad that here I wanted to have a wonderful time away from home with my family, and I was sick as a dog the whole time.
Still, being the stubborn Schellenberg that I am, I refused to let Rob take me to the hospital. So I endured all of Saturday, feeling like a zombie (why?? I have no idea. Doesn't make sense to me either--like, get some help already woman!).
Sunday morning, Rob didn't give me any more chances or any other options. He was taking me to the hospital, and I didn't have a choice in the matter. So off we went.
In the hospital, they thought I was hyperventilating because I was that short of breath. My blood pressure was extremely low and my heart rate was extremely high, and they were concerned. My temperature spiked at 103.7 degrees and I actually thought it might be the end of my life. I was so miserable.
The diagnosis: Pneumonia! I was going to be admitted for a few days. Ughhhhh.
Oh well. That's over now, and I'm home. I was even able to meet a sweet old lady, who just so happened to live across the street from my Grandma once upon a time. Hospitals are not fun. They are hot and uncomfortable, but at least I got the help I needed and am on the mend.
Now my mom is here to help me with Isaiah and clean up my house a bit for me.
I may be sick all the time, but I'm still blessed. :)
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