(it turns out I never posted this draft from 2 months ago, so you’re getting it late)
Sick and tired
Everything is so much harder when you can’t take a deep breath.
We got on the plane in Miami on Friday and by the time we had landed in Grenada I could feel my chest had tightened up and breathing was getting tougher. After 2 rounds of pneumonia and 1 of bronchitis in the past 3 years, I knew the familiar feeling and was definitely interested in getting the jump on this…my lungs have been a weak point since the 1st round of pneumonia. That nonsense takes 6 months to feel like yourself again afterwards…minimum.
After we checked into our AirBnB, I proceeded to rip apart every piece of luggage we packed looking for the stash of antibiotics we brought and my inhaler (I take it when I hike). Zpac taken and the next morning we went to a pharmacist for some codeine cough syrup…but the damage had already settled in. I was bed bound for 2 solid days, which worked out well since we couldn’t get access to our boat till Monday anyway. The boatyard pretty much shuts down from 12-1 every day and completely on the weekends.
Henry grabbed his kindle on Saturday and was going to settle into the porch for some reading and I announced that was crazy. Take the car and go to the beach, just because I’m down doesn’t mean you have to sit around and watch me sleep. So off he went to enjoy some of the amazing blue Grenada water and grab some sunshine. Sunday, I sent him off to do one of the tougher hikes on the island without me so I wouldn’t feel guilty wandering around like a zombie and falling asleep in random spots.
We worked Monday through Friday with no luck on the Zpac working, every day was exhausting between the chest congestion, the heat, the humidity and decision fatigue. I finally cried uncle on Friday and went to go to the walk-in clinic…most of the Dr offices here are walk in clinics. Shockingly, we arrived 10 min after they closed. Back again first thing Saturday morning to try again.
My Dr was fantastic. She’s a graduate of the local medical school St George’s University and she teaches there too! I guess I can’t do much better. The clinic was simply stocked, very sparse and absolutely no bells and whistles. One receptionist, one nurse. No pneumonia this round, but definitely an infection. She popped the nebulizer on me to do a breathing treatment and wrote me prescriptions for Zyrtec, an antibiotic, a cough expectorant, steroids and my Ambien so I could get that locally. Total cost for exam, breathing treatment and 5 prescriptions…about $120 bucks.
We then headed off to the beach for a day of well-deserved R&R with our favorite rum punch establishment and these amazing chicken wraps to keep us going for the day. I mean, if you’re going to be sick, for god’s sake…do it on a beach.
I’m about 36 hours into antibiotics and steroids and life is a little better. The day on the beach with no decisions, no stairs and no cleaning products was great…but ended with our usual shenanigans, Henry can tell you about that story. I’m celebrating finishing up the cockpit, saloon and galley today with a well-earned margarita. It was overcast most of the day which made the temp a few degrees cooler and we got a lot accomplished. I’m going to need to find something to drink here besides margaritas and water though. Henry relaxes with a cold beer, but I’m not a beer fan. I would probably kill someone for a glass of sweet tea right now though. Hot days and sweet tea seem to work, some things from your childhood just stand the test of time. Thanks mom!
Remembering the sweet things and appreciating simple and affordable healthcare … 🙂
Frankie & Henry