I get dizzy spells, nausea, headaches and feel as bloated as a blowfish having an anxiety attack. I have diarrhoea and I burp every 5 minutes cos I'm so full of gas. I'm just glad that the gas escapes up the front and not the back. That's the husband's job.

So much for little miracles.

I think the new, stronger antibiotics that the doctor has put me on is wrecking havoc on my body. I do have more energy now and I'm not like the rag doll I was, just lying in bed and no strength to even lift my head much. My cough has subsided substantially and the phlegm attacks are fewer and far between. But the first time I took that new medicine, Mathias read the information paper in the box.

Possible side effects? Diarrhoea and sensitivity to sunlight. And under no circumstance except strict orders by the doctor should I take this medicine when pregnant. And if taken without food, it WILL cause nausea. Apparently with me, it doesn't matter cos it causes nausea anyway. Ugh..hai, well at least it didn't list anxiety, brain damage or death like some of the medication I had taken over the years of my colourful life.

I am a generally warm person, and a fever for me would mean a temperature of above 37.7 degrees celsius. Husband finally got us a thermometer on Saturday and so we tested it out. His temperature read normal at about 36.7 degrees C. According to him, that is his normal body temperature. Ok, so I accept that. Everyone has a different regulating body temp. I wasn't feeling great at the time and we thought I might have a fever, but imagine our surprise when my temperature read a dismal 35.5 degrees C.

What?! Wait...that can't be right. So we tested it again and it read a 'much' higher 35.7 degrees. This is so strange. I don't have a fever but what do you call a 2 degree drop in temperature? Mathias thinks that maybe it's due to the cold weather so the body temp also drops. Perhaps...but by 2 degrees?

That's very strange to me. But then again, this whole pneumonia episode has given me symptoms that are things I do suffer from time to time...but never all together at the same time. That is just my body being cruel to me. And it freaks me out.

But at least I'm not bedbound all the time now. Thank goodness for small miracles.