Early Detection
Nice work if you can get it.
You have to live under a rock not to know the medical community’s warning that early detection can cure many cancers.
With that dictum in mind, you’ll know why I’m singing the praises of my bout of pneumonia last March. Of course, that wasn’t the case when, alone in my bedroom after a vicious coughing attack, I drew in a deep breath, and my airway shut down. I’ve been accused of hyperbole more than once, but this time I mean it when I say I couldn’t get a drop of air into my breathing apparatus.
Panic, thy name is, etc., etc.
I couldn’t even call 911 because I couldn’t speak. At that moment, I didn’t know how to alert the paramedics by jabbing any keys. For the first time in my life, I actually thought I would die. Fortunately, I remembered I had an albuterol inhaler nearby. A few puffs saved my life.
After I got some air into my lungs, I vacillated between getting back into my sickbed and going to the ER. My good sense took over, I called an Uber and hightailed it to the nearest ER.