Trying Not To Be Sick and Failing


I went to bed Thursday evening feeling sick.  I had a pounding headache, and my throat was feeling soar.  I woke up Friday and was miserable.  I had big plans on Saturday, and couldn’t be sick.  I also had both kids for most of the day.  I took it easy, as best as you can when you have two kids in the house.  When my husband came home, after work, he went straight to bed.  Alright, I thought.  He’s tired.  A few hours later, he gets up and doesn’t look too good.  I asked him if he was sick, too.  He did his best to answer yes.  Poor thing, he had lost his voice.  So, what’s worse than both parents being sick at the same time?  Both parents being sick, two kids that aren’t, and a busy weekend already planned.  Yikes!

I didn’t get much sleep Friday evening.  I was so congested, and was head throbbed.  I got up early Saturday, took some medicine, stood in a hot shower, then got myself together for the day I had planned.  Remember the big plans I said I had?  I had reserved a spot at our Golden Corral parking lot yard sale. (Golden Corral rents out parking spaces in the lot to raise money for their camp.  I don’t know how often they do it, but I think it’s once a year).  I had to load up my stuff, and leave the house early.  It was difficult, but I was able to do it.  By the time I got over to Golden Corral, my medicine was helping, and I was telling myself I was going to be fine.

I was out there with my Unit Leader.  Did I mention I did this to sell some of my AVON inventory?  This was important to me and I couldn’t let being sick stop me from doing it.  We were out there for about seven hours.  It was very successful.  I forgot my sunscreen, but I had my hat.  My arms got burnt, but my face didn’t.  I pushed all thoughts of me being sick to the back of my mind.  While I was out there, I wasn’t sick.  I did great.  Until we were done.  And my husband and kids showed up right as we were breaking down.  Talk about perfect timing.  They wanted to eat.  I wanted to go home.  But, I was hungry, and I had been smelling their food all day.  I didn’t eat much.  My throat just wouldn’t let me.  I managed to get some green beans down and a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

I spent Sunday resting, and doing the mom thing.  My husband went to the truck race.  He still sounded miserable, but he said he felt better.  He enjoyed the race.  I started feeling better by the end of the day.  Then, when we went to bed, we both started coughing really bad.  Really?  The coughing had to start when I thought I was finally going to be able to get some sleep?  Another night of bad sleep, and feeling miserable.  Now we are up to this morning.  Still miserable, but working hard on getting better.  Trying not to be sick, and failing.  But I won’t give up.  I have a busy week planned.