My illness seemed to worsen with each passing day, and I was so exhausted that I couldn’t do anything. The pain in my chest was unbearable, and I had trouble breathing. I was scared, thinking I might not make it if things didn’t start getting better soon.
The doctors prescribed me antibiotics to fight the infection, and I started to get better gradually. I had to take them several times a day and I had to stay in bed, which was mental torture. Still, I pushed on and kept up with my treatment as planned.
Finally, I could feel the improvements. I had enough energy to get up and walk around. I was still coughing and had to do breathing exercises, but my fever had gone down and I felt more alive. My recovery process was slow, but with time, I was back on my feet and feeling healthy again.
I learned my lesson and will never take my health for granted. Through this experience, I gained appreciation for my body and all that it could do. I am grateful for my doctors, friends and family for being there for me and keeping me in good spirits. My battle with pneumonia is behind me, and I am thankful for all the lessons it has taught me.