It was bronchitis. Of all things. I was kept abed from Wednesday night until Friday evening, when I was finally feeling enough strength to leave my room. The doctor I finally got to see on Sunday concluded that I had acute bronchitis masquerading as the flu. I was in such agony, I thought saw the Angel of Death hiding between my washer and dryer. The steroid shot seemed to have improved my outlook quite a bit. I feel very worn, tired, and dizzy. But better. Much better.
