Pneumonia Guide: What to Watch Whilst Fighting Off Death

So I recently survived pneumonia. And survived is the correct word to use. But I'm not quite ready to talk about that. Yet. Right now I want to talk about what I watched while I was in and out of consciousness on my couch and shuttling between doc appointments.

Running Point was so good I've watched it about 3 times now. It's funny, warm, empowering and strangely reminded me of Ted Lasso. I've loved the beautiful Kate Hudson since "200 Cigarettes" and basically just loved the way this show kept me guessing throughout. When you're sick, you need something that's going to make feel good....give you hope.....make you feel less alone. This did that.

The Residence is brilliant, fast and witty. I started with it and had to stop because, honestly, my brain fog was too great to follow during the height of my illness. But once that cleared, I was all in for Uzo Aduba and company. This show is like a modern version of Clue and is so smart you'll feel like you sipped some of those "Naked" juice drinks (which I have in my fridge right meow) by the end.

Okay, so this is about five years old, but now I have the sequel all ready for me! This was one of those "check your brain at the door" sitches that I didn't have to think too hard on. It was fun, passed the time and is again perfect for taking a patient out of your head when it's a little too heavy in there.

Paris is Burning is an extremely engaging doc that has its own lore, history, controversy and repercussions all these years later. You can't just watch this film. You have to invest in it, do some follow up reading and research......go into it. It will put into perspective a lot of questions and confusions about our current culture regarding gender expression, transgender safety, and the origins of most issues of our world that our first expressed in minority cultures but strangely co-opted by the rest.

Ordinarily, I hate having to procure streaming services that I'm not already stealing from someone else (usually an ex). But for this one time I'm probably going to have to subscribe to Paramount just so I can keep watching my next ex-husband Tom Hardy in Mobland. And it's not just because Tom is a tasty British morsel. Oh, no. It's because I enjoy hearing Helen Mirren curse and the overuse of words like "wellies" and phrases like "cheers, mate". So there.

This is a modern day Romy & Michele meets Friday. Fun, cute, sweet and all about that girlie friendship. I've watched this twice now and see many re-watches in the future, rooting harder for these ladies errrrry time!

So if you can, avoid pneumonia. But if you cannot, get yourself some loyal caregivers, a cozy blankie, and some good streaming WiFi. Cuz that couch ain't gonna hold itself down.

Cheers, mates!

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