It's not easy being Sick around Here

I have MANY posts to catch up on. I just figured that I would start with this one so as to explain the lateness of the others.


I woke up Sunday morning to an exclamation of "It is 8:00! What are you still doing in the bed?!" "I don't feel good, leave me alone." I mumbled back. Joe normally leaves around 9 for meetings and we have until 12:00 to get ready and out the door. He took off his suit and stayed home to play Mr. Mom while I slept the entire day away. I haven't felt that sick in a long time. Fever, body aches, sore throat. I figured I had strep throat. It is usually a yearly occurance for me. Every once in a while the bedroom door would open and someone would escape thru the crack before they were caught by dad or an older sibling. Abigail thought that I might get "sick" so I was brought a bowl and I woke up with that next to my head at one point. I found an extra blanket on me since I was cold. There was a lego airplane on the nightstand and 2 get well cards CRAMMED under my pillow. I had 6 water bottles, a cup of STRAIGHT lemon juice with some honey to sweeten it up, and a glass of gatoraide on the nightstand. I woke up once to detangler spray being sprayed in my face, because I had tangles and my hair needed to be fixed because, it was a mess. Once when Joe ran to get me some medicine, the hockey game in the living room got so loud and heated, that I had to drag myself out of bed to make sure there were no casualties. I drifted off to sleep that night thinking that (hoping that) this was just a bug and tomorrow would be another day.
Monday I went to the doctor and found out that it was indeed strep, and that I was also severely dehydrated. This sickness came on the heels of a 10K . So coupled with probably not drinking enough fluid while running, and definately not drinking while my throat hurt, that was not surprising. I picked up the prescription, and headed back home to make a tent with the couches and blankets for Abby and Jacob to watch tv in, stock the coffee table with an arsenal of tippy cups, bowls of cereal, granola bars, and fruit snacks, put Matthew in the bed, and crashed for a couple of hours in the tent with the kids. They were Very good, but it did look like a General Mills factory had exploded in the living room by the time that Joe got home. I went to get Parker, Caden, and Gabe from school later on and told them all what and who they were responsible for and fell back in the bed. At one point I heard someone screaming that they wanted, needed, demanded popcorn right now!!! I have never heard this child speak to anyone like this ever before. I sent word to him that he was to come to my room and he told his sibling he wasn't going until he had his popcorn. He had a serious whispering to and was told that he was going to get it when I felt strong enough to swing more than a shoelace. About 30 minutes later I was woken up by the exclamation of "Whew, she is still asleep." I then felt another note being shoved under my pillow. This one said: I im so sarey for throeng a fet mama (I am so sorry for throwing a fit mama). I drifted off yet again thanking his teacher for being so patient with his spelling. Later that night when Joe came home after the wrestling pickups, work drop offs, and stopping by the store so we would have something for dinner, I could hear the house being whipped into shape, and was feeling somewhat better. I ate a half a hamburger while the family entertained me with the tales of the day. Joe informed me that I really didn't look all that good and that I needed to be drinking more. I don't really enjoy chugging water, so I just sipped on some here and there. At around midnight I woke up SOAKING wet. My fever had broken and I was freezing because I was so wet. I went to the bathroom to change and literally scared myself to death. My hair was sticking up on end and my eyes were sunk back in my head with dark circles under them. I could have gone out for the part of The Wicked Witch of the West with no time in the makeup chair required. I figured I might need to drink some water. Tuesday morning found me feeling So much better. Joe and were in the bathroom getting ready and he made the comment, " Well, you did say that you needed a day away not to long ago..." I was thinking more along the lines of shopping, spending a couple of hours at the library with a good book, getting some lunch somewhere other than McDonalds, maybe even a pedicure. Better be more specific next time!