Pneumonia sucks!

Mum was admitted to hospital this morning with pneumonia in her left lung.  She was very dehydrated and in extreme pain.  They put a line into her arm and gave her saline and, just as magic water on the rugby field can make an injured man miraculously cured of all that ails him, the saline perked her up almost immediately.  Didn't take the pneumonia away but it certainly made her a lot more lucid.  It also made her hungry and she managed to put away a bowl of hospital soup.  When asked how long she is likely to have to stay in hospital, the respiratory doctor said that she'll be there at least until the weekend is over.  They have to make sure that all of the pneumonia has gone before she's allowed to leave and they will also be looking o see if there is anything sinister that might be causing it.  I certainly hope not, but the smoking can't be helping.  She's had about 2 cigarettes since monday - a drag here and a drag there, and tonight when I saw her the hospital I sensed that she might actually be thinking about giving up.  I reckon she's had a bit of a scare.  I learnt something today.  The doctor asked her how long she'd been smoking, and she said since she was 13.  Thirteen years old!  Jesse's 9 now, which means that in 4 years time he'll be the same age as his grandmother was when she took up smoking.  If he does the same there will be serious trouble in our household.  Not that I can lecture him too much about the evils of smoking seeing I indulge myself, but until he's brave enough to defy me (and to buy his own) he won't be smoking while he lives under my roof.  The reality is though that he'll sneak them while he's out (hopefully at some reasonably old age) and by teh time I catch him he'll be addicted to them and I won't be in a position to do anything about it.

We'll see what happens, but it would be really good if Mum could give up after all this time.  If she attempts it then I'll do it too - at the very least she'll need support.  I just have to convince Karl that it will be a good idea for him too, but to give up smoking you really have to decide it for yourself. 

Its quiet here tonight.  Jesse is at his friends house for the second night, Mum is in hospital, and Karl is recovering from his own dose of influenza.  Its so quiet I think I need a cigarette.  I'm hanging out for sex too!  Karl being sick and all doesn't really help much.  Never mind, I'll have a cigarette and pretend that its post coital.

Good night kiwi.