Here’s my theory: Why wait for school to start to begin the year of sickness! I mean, we’ve known this time was going to come (of Cooper and I catching and spreading every germ known to man), but I figured why should I wait until next week when preschool starts?! I may as well start the drama now.

Mom took me into the hospital Friday night with 104 temperature and labored breathing. An x-ray initially showed some early stage pneumonia, but doctors have since changed the diagnosis to “severe respiratory distress.” Sounds better to me. I’ll take that over pneumonia any day of the week.

The coolest part is I got to take an ambulance ride from one hospital to another… while I didn’t think it was cool at the time, I sure do now.

My days have been spent in the hospital playroom hyped up in a HUGE way on liquid steroids (much stronger than the inhaled ‘roids I took daily for almost 3 years) – so basically I start running like a maniac around the pediatric unit the second I wake up and literally don’t stop until I crash at 10 pm. That’s when the problems start (though mom and dad would say me going on one steroid binge after another during the day is quite problematic!): at night, my saturation levels (oxygen in my blood) drops to unsafe levels, requiring me to have oxygen through a nasal cannula. I thought my days of this lung stuff was over, but am told that even though I am a total stud and continue to grow strong lung every day, I still do have “compromised lungs” from my premature delivery.

So, back on the juice I go. Coop and I thought we were drug free forever back in June when the doc took us off the daily steroid inhaler, but given this little stint, and given our upcoming germ-filled school days, they’re taking no risks! While other kids will be carrying lunch boxes with the Hulk on them, I’ll just look like him. Rock on.

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