Following my slip and slide with my Vespa, I joked that the main injury was to my pride. I was wrong. Although my condition didn't improve, it didn't get too bad - until late in the week. I began a few days of misery that landed me at the ED and straight to Maine Medical Center by ambulance.
The doctors called it Respirtory Distress. I called it "I'm too young to die!!
Four days later, I am the hight of fashion taking a breathing treatment. I had nearly two gallons of fluid removed from one lung, which collapsed. I am waiting for a CT scan to determine whether or not surgery is needed.
New Years Resolution: I will never play flippant until I get the whole story.