"Pneumonia? I can have pneumonia without knowing it?"
I grinned and thought to myself, f*ck, Maria, this is like your mother rubbing sports cream on an ankle that was, in fact, broken. (True story, by the way.)
The doctor listened to my chest and explained that there was enough crackling and wheezing in my lungs that at this point, it was hard to tell. I didn't look like I had pneumonia, but I may - or I may be just on my way in, so either way, I left the medical centre with a prescription for antibiotics, steroids and Ventolin.
Steroids, he explained, may have some side effects.
"What kind?" I asked.
They may make me hyperactive, hungry, happy - maybe even very happy - and make it hard to sleep.
I grinned again.
At least I now know for sure that it's not me being some sort of a wuss with this chest cold, and I didn't waltz into a doctor's office with a cold, demanding antibiotics. Three weeks I've lasted, and now I'm on a week-long course of antibiotics to see if this thing clears.
I'd kinda like it to :P