There is a fear amongst single people of dying alone.  That’s why I have cats.  But, I try not to be the epitome of the single-cat-loving-woman, so I have kept my cat quota to two.  There were times I wanted more, but to keep the stereotype at bay, I decided against the third feline.



We’ve all heard the pathetically sad news stories of single women being found alone and dead in their apartment after days of no one knowing.  Alone except for being surrounded by hundreds of hungry cats just days away from eating their dead flesh. 

I really don’t want to be that news story.

Those are the kinds of thoughts that run through my head when I am sick.  Like now; I have pneumonia.  Never had it before.  Never want it again.  I was first diagnosed with it by all my camping companions on my trip last weekend.


I kept denying their claims until late one night.  It was cold so I burrowed way down inside my sleeping bag.  As I opened my mouth to breathe I noticed there was a motocross race going on inside me.  The sound of revving engines and squeaky brakes coming from my lungs was hard to ignore.

The next morning I told my friends they were probably right; and the doctor confirmed it this afternoon.  I have pneumonia.  And cough syrup with codeine that makes me warm and sleepy…zzzzzzz
I shall deliver my camping trip highlights next week after the drugs have worn off.
Question:  Have you had pneumonia?  Can you spell it correctly on your first try?