Medscape March 6, 2025
The sun’s not up yet, and my chest feels tight. Sitting up in bed, the room slides briefly out of focus. I attempt a deep breath… Sharp needles pierce deep into my chest. The cough I downplayed yesterday tears up my throat as I shiver with a chill.
Pneumonia. After turning 70, I’ve had it more than once. I reach for my digital assistant, Juliette. Her screen lights up and displays, Tuesday, February 10, 2050, 5:40 am.
Juliette instructs me to stick the little patch on my chest that takes my temperature (a little high), oxygen saturation (a little low), heart rate, blood pressure, as well as interstitial fluid glucose and white count (also elevated). She listens to my...
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