Dreaming with Open Eyes
The Vera, Silvia and Arturo Schwarz Collection of Dada and Surrealist Art from the Israel Museum.
It has been a very long and tiring week, being ill with a respiratory disease, made it very difficult for me to cough and clear my chest.
Tuesday was very worrying after I coughed for hours without shifting anything and it felt like my chest was being ripped to shreds.
Spat out a little bit of blood, which really worried us, Richie phoned the doctor who came right away.
The doctor had already visited us the day before and diagnosed us as having bronchitis and organised antibiotics from the chemists.
When she got here Tuesday afternoon, I had a temperature, the doctor thought that my bronchitis had become pneumonia and decided to send me to hospital,
But funnily enough by the time I got to the hospital and they took my temperature I no longer had fever.
I think that the prolonged coughing and being so congested caused the rise in the temperature, which peaked with the blood.
It looked more than it really was, a tiny bit of blood goes along way and it was very dramatic and scary.
Luckily it only happened the once, which was more than enough for me and for Richie, the OLVG hospital is a good, with excellent staff who checked me out thoroughly.
When they were satisfied that I was not in need of hospital care they let me go home, I felt like kissing the doctor who sent me home.
I am feeling extremely tired and weak now and look forward to this horrid infection getting better.
