And here we go again.

Yesterday I woke up with terrible shortness of breath and no energy. I could not take more than a shallow breath, anything more was painful and triggered coughing fits. Needless to say, I called in. By the afternoon, I was having dizzy spells. Kirsten put her foot down an off to the ER we went.

Seven hours, two failed attempts to start an IV in my arms, and two success attempts on the backs of hands, a chest X-ray, and an Angio-CT scan later, and all we know is that there is fluid in my lungs. Finally got home around 0200. I'm now off work until at least Thursday. I am back on antibiotics on the theory that this could be pneumonia; although it doesn't feel that bad.

To say that I am completely and totally done with my biological support system is an understatement. I want my mind uploaded in a fractal bush robot, and I want it now! Hans Moravec, take me away!

In the meantime, I'm reading TV Tropes (because I do have all day to sit in front of the computer) and engaging in a bit of pie-fueled nuclear holocaust

WTF is this?

Almost as good a Kikoman. Better, even. This has a penguin.