The last 3 days have been pretty miserable. Imagine having a super-concentrated version of the flu virus that knocks you flat, then leaves off for a few hours (tricking you into thinking that you’re on the upswing) and then knocks you flat again. That’s what it’s been like for me since Wednesday evening.
I’m sitting here, shaking my head as I think about it. At one point I turned to Chris and said, “I’m a good person! I eat healthy foods! I take a multivitamin! I don’t smoke and I barely have any alcohol. Why me?” Chris just shook his head. I may have been overreacting.
Chris has been awesome. He’s taken care of Joe in the mornings on Thursday and Friday, giving me time to sleep a bit more and return to a semi-normal state. Most nights I was up constantly, coughing and alternating between feeling like a living popsicle or a human fireball. Saturday, I got up, stretched, thought, “Oh thank goodness – I feel better!” It was all a mean trick, though, and within 30 minutes of waking I was curled up in a ball on the couch, coughing and freezing. Back to bed while Chris took Joe to the toy library and aquarium.
All of this illness and feeling like rubbish has reminded me of how often – how very, very often – I take my good health for granted. Yes, I’ve had times when I’ve been sick, even times this winter where I’ve felt pretty awful. But none of those compared to this recent virus. And I’m especially thankful that neither Chris nor Joe came down with it. One sick person in the family is enough.