X and I had our first playdate in forever. Being in the hospital 3 out of 4 weeks doesn't lend to chillin' with the mommies' club.  Dani and I had mom dates every sunday all last year until her pancreatic transplant and my cancer relapse.  Then life happened. Hopefully now we're back. Her doc put the kabosh on working due to H1N1. I hear odds of survival are 4 out of ten for patients like her. I don't know my odds.  I'm special. Just when you think I'm knocked out, 5 days later oxygen is gone and I'm back to playdates with coffee and donuts.  And come to find out, vna's crazy suggestion I do my own dressing is doable. Not comfortable. I have to twist myself around like an owl. But not impossible. I can shower. I bring my drain in with me, work around it.   The whole problem breathing was really hampering my abilities.  Of course I'm home and who has a wheezy junky cough? That's be x. Ad who has a pneumonia flavored nasty cough.  That'd be me. I'm iffy about if this deserves a phone call to my MD or NP. Maybe the cough is from the pneumoa closing. Either way, I'm paranoid. I've suffered too much for too long to be messin around, but then again, I do have an appointment tuesday. Maybe I could push it?