I rarely get sick. Seriously - I"ll get a sore throat here and there, maybe some sniffles or a migraine, but I'm rarely out of commission. In fact, the only sick day I ever took off of work was for Tucker when he was puking all over the place.
But starting Wednesday night, I felt a sore throat coming on. No big deal, I thought, just a sore throat. But then yesterday around noon I started feeling woozy and I got a low-grade fever and then the chills. I could barely swallow, which made eating enough food to make me productive rather difficult.
So I went to bed at 10 last night and slept until 7:30. It was fitful sleep because I think too much to sleep, so I kept willing myself to get more sleep in so I was better today. But this morning, I could barely talk and my glands felt all swollen. I don't go to the doctor usually, but today, I did.
I have no idea how stay-at-home-moms are supposed to be able to go to the doctor and take care of themselves while also taking care of two young kids. It's difficult - one of them always needs you, sometimes both. When Brandon asks me to dance and I feel like puking and haven't eaten, I feel so bad telling him "no." Holden's teeth are out now - those jagged little guys cut my finger. So we're miserable together.
I just keep telling myself, "this too shall pass." And the worst is over. I sure hope it is, at least.