Sick of being sick

Walking Pneumonia.

What?  Walking?  Do the little bacteria creatures decide to get up and walk around your body or something? 

That was the conversation between my doctor and me yesterday.  Apparently "walking" just means I have pneumonia but I'm not flat on my back and ready for a hospital bed.

So... another couple of weeks of doing nothing.  blah.  Me?  Sitting quietly and doing nothing for weeks on end?  This is getting interesting.  Fortunately, the new drugs send me to stonerville for 8-10 hours.  Ooooohhh... pretty colors!

So, several times yesterday I thought of one particular friend who demonstrated to me the ultimate act of friendship many years ago, 9 years ago, to be exact.  I had pneumonia then too.  I was in bed wheezing, coughing, feverish... just downright miserable.  My very best friend came over after work and brought a Chinese buffet with her.  She and I sat in my bed and watched movies and ate Chinese food until we both fell asleep. I will never ever forget that night.  We laughed, we talked, we sat silet.  It was perfect.  It makes me cry when I think about it.

I think there are several reasons why it makes me cry.  But I think the biggest is because we allowed our friendship to drift apart.  It happens.  And it's really sad that it happens.  And there are those days when you wish it never did happen.  And you never ever forget that friendship and you never ever quit praying for that person.  And you never ever have a day that you don't think about something that reminds you of that person.  But you don't know what to say, so you say nothing.  And the friendship drifts more.  It's a vicious cycle.

I miss you, Kat.