I wish I could say that in a positive way. Taking turns is generally thought of as a good thing, but not this time. It seems the bug baton got passed from my husband to me, and I’ve spent the last 2 days either in bed or on the couch. I haven’t even been in front of my computer since Friday.
My poor husband, not even 100% himself yet after his bout with it last week, did his best to take care of me and the kids, making sure we at least all got fed. I haven’t even hugged or kissed my kids since Friday, in an attempt to keep them from getting sick. I think that’s the part I hate most. Hate it more than the stupid little raw red “Hitler-esque” mustache from having blown your nose too many times, the chapped lips, hate it more than the painful wracking coughs, hate it more than the feeling that 20 gallons of melted cheese has been stuffed into my 10 gallon head. I feel like my teeth are getting punched out in slow motion from the inside. I can barely hear anything due to the clogging in my ears and my sight is all blurry and my eyes feel like they’re doing their best Marty Feldman routine.
I miss my kids though they’re right in front of me. All the snuggles, cuddles, and kisses. But if it means I can spare them this, then it’s worth it. If they come down with it anyway, then all bets are off and I’ll literally be kissing the snot out of them.
I fear I’m getting weak though. Usually, I scoff at bugs like this. I’ve always been pretty hardy, and Darc can attest. I almost never get sick, have never had a broken bone or a surgery, have no hereditary diseases that run through my family that I know of. Yep, prime breeding stock, that’s me! LOL The fact that something this seemingly small can take me down like this leaves me feeling a little vulnerable. So, either this thing is a lot worse than I thought, or I’m growing weak in my old age.
Ego convinces me this bug is a doozy.