Well, Sickness finally won out.
I woke up Thursday morning and I couldn't swallow. When I tired to speak, all that came out was dust. Ok, not really on the dust but, that's what it felt like. No sound would come out. I was exhausted. I resigned myself to staying home. Hearing that there was going to be mass amounts of snow and temperatures in the single digits made that decision a lot easier. I got the kids off to school, took little man to latch key, and came home and went right back to bed.
I slept like the dead for 7 hours. I awoke when Bee came home and checked on me. He made me some soup, that I ate while watching my new favorite show on my netflix instant-play, Friday Night lights.
(Ok, little aside here. How come I always get interested in good shows when they have either been on for umpteen years therefore being SUPER late to the party, and/or, in this case, after the show has been canceled?! I suck)
After eating soup, and dragging myself out to the living room, I sat in my chair with that "I'm so sick that I am now staring off into space with glazed over eyes" look, and Bee finally told me, "Baby! Go back to bed!" And so I did. I took a nice heaping shot of "the green death" and went to bed. Where I slept like the dead again until my alarm went off at 6am the next day.
On Friday, my throat still hurt, but not as bad as the day before, and I was STILL exhausted, but I did feel better. I considered going into work until I found out that it was nine degrees. We also had a fund raiser for the team Friday night and as it was, I was going to have to hustle to make it home in time to jump in Bee's truck and head out the west side. So, I decided one more day to recoup wouldn't be so bad. Got the kids off to school and went right back to bed. I slept until 1pm and then took at shower. It did wonders for how I felt! I felt alive! I felt Human! My throat didn't hurt, my voice was mostly back! So, I got ready to go party with my guys!
The fundraiser was a great success! We had over 80 people! I felt great, and we stayed out past 2am! I came home and went right to bed. When I woke up on Saturday I felt like death warmed over. Partly because of my hangover, and partly because I felt like I was getting an actual cold. By mid day, I had the runny nose, watery eyes, the oh-my-gosh-I'm-gonna-sneeze tickle behind my nose that prompted the watery eyes and nose, yet, no sneeze came. Then, then finally did come. And by dinner time I felt miserable. We ate, watched a little TV, and then I went to bed.
Sunday, we had church and a potluck afterwards. I had to go because I signed up for salad. However, I felt good. In fact, I felt good all day long. We watched the Steelers win the AFC and then shortly after that, the water works started up again! I ended up taking a heaping shot of the Green Death and going to bed. I slept like the dead again, but felt decent this morning.
We'll see how long that lasts....
I HATE being sick....