I have no detailed idea yet what hit me or why or how, except that they've been mainlining serious stuff into me to clear it up - teicoplanin, gentamicin, erythromycin, hydrocortisone, enoxaparin... and about a North Sea's worth of nebulised saline.
My lungs now no longer hurt, pretty much. I have the expected diarrhoea from the antibiotics. My BP is back at its usual good levels. Ditto pulse, breathing, kidneys. O2 saturation at 96-97%, so they stopped feeding me oxygen yesterday. My IV cannula came out this morning. Physically, then, all pretty good.
Emotionally, not so good. Prone to floods of weepies now I'm not in hospital and Being Brave. Having lost one beloved friend to a chest infection that went bad, I'm not handling the "Shit, I just nearly did that" thoughts very well. I do not want to be the topic of the next round of the He Was A Lovely Blokes.
I'm going to be doing rest and relaxation for a while. I'll let you know anything else that I find out about what happened, but I don't know that I will find out much. Everyone just seems to be happy that I've been a success story. If you want to thank people for saving my arse, you can tell the Cardiac & Thoracic Critical Care department and Ward 31 of the University Hospital Coventry how stellar they've been.
Thank you all for being the very best. Time for me to go and lie down before I have to turn any more paper tissues into mush :)