Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Being Sick is the Pits
I avoided the dreaded stomach flu that inflicted my in-laws and hit my husband on Christmas Eve. I sanitized my hands and the kids' hands like crazy because I refused to be sick for our trip to Florida.
While there, A developed a nasty cough and runny nose, which she passed onto L. Well, between those two being sick and being in a plane with germs galore, I was struck two days ago with a horrible cold! I can't decide if it's just a cold or the flu too. Why didn't I marry a doctor?
If you have not had the misfortune of taking care of two kids while being on death's doorstep, count yourself lucky. All I want to do is curl in a ball in my bed and sleep until I'm better. I'm halfway through the gallon of orange juice that I bought yesterday and my nose is raw from blowing it. I feel like my head is going to explode and it even hurts my face when I blink.
Unfortunately, curling up in a ball is not possible. With Nick at work and no one available otherwise, it is up to me to bear through it. Sure, L's diaper may get a bit saggy before I change it and sure I may not be loads of fun, but I must soldier on. Thankfully Nick will be home in an hour and tomorrow the kids have daycare again, so perhaps the worst of it was today *fingers crossed*. I have so many things I want to get done, but no energy to do them.
I did however manage to make the meatloaf dinner today that I've been promising the hubby for a week. (And yes, I made sure to sanitize my hands often.)
Hopefully I'll be back to my old self soon... my nose can't take many more wipings.
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