DORIS DOES PNEUMONIA
There is a Stephen King book called The Dome which was made into a TV series. It's the story of a small town which is mysteriously covered overnight by a clear dome. You can't get in and you can't get out. Why does this remind me so much of Largo, Fl.?
My story begins when my daughter/best friend became ill in January of this year. I stayed with her for two weeks and was returning home at last when a young lady who was late getting back to work from her lunch slammed into my car. Though the car was driveable, I returned to Robin's house to call my insurance company, her insurance company, and - smartest of all - Morgan and Morgan.
When I returned home a couple of days later I had various tests and started therapy for neck and shoulder injuries sustained in the accident. This is still ongoing. Though I am feeling a little better, it looks like it will be a long road to recovery.
Since I am obviously a slow learner, I embarked again for Largo to spend Easter with daughter and family. While there, I developed a cough that just wouldn't go away, so I returned home the Wednesday after Easter. I decided that I must just have a nasty cold and endured my misery until Monday, when I recruited my long-suffering son to take me to the emergency room because I suddenly couldn't breathe.
Imagine my surprise when they took one look at me and rushed me to a bed in the emergency room. After X-rays, blood work, etc. the doctor said, and I quote, "You have a little pneumonia." Is this like being a little bit pregnant?
Two days later they allowed me to go home, loaded down with medications, etc.
So here I am, feeling much better but not quite back to my old energetic self; so bored with inactivity that I just signed up to take an online course in proofreading and copyediting. I have always delighted in finding glaring mistakes in the daily paper, so I figured this would be right up my alley.