Seriously, moderate exercise paired with a sensible diet is the way to go. Trust me. This was not cool:
- Friday August 5th - feel somewhat achy and run down but pass it off as side effect of life with baby. Ignore and head to Applebees for happy hour, only to eat some tortilla chips since you don't have much of an appetite
- Friday Evening - shiver your ass off for the next 12 hours
- Saturday - Welcome the In-Laws for an overnight visit and fight a fever, cold sweats, massive back ache and some more of those fun chills (also find out that your grandma passed away) eat basically nothing
- Sunday - feel slightly better, no time to rest, must pack yourself and the kids for trip back to Pennsylvania for funeral
- Monday thru Tuesday - Wake and Funeral Mass for Grandma...food looks less like garbage and more like something you might actually need. Manage to ingest a bit here and there.
- Wednesday - back home to do laundry, the back is still hurting like a son of a bitch and you still don't feel 100%. Call doctor.
- Thursday - doctor tells you that you are fine. Must have been a bug. Maybe some pulled muscles in your back. Go home with prescripts for back pain.
- Friday August 12 - Feeling those weird body aches again around lunchtime. No appetite. By 6 p.m. you are shivering on the couch saying WTF? as your husband walks in the door. Fall asleep on the couch and remain there until NOON THE NEXT DAY.
- Saturday around noon - manage to crawl your sick ass up the stairs to pee and get into bed where you will stay until 5 pm. when the disgustingness of your own self takes over your body and forces you to shower. Still no food since Friday at noon. You have never been so sick. Your fever has not gone below 101 degrees. But bonus! It has not gone above 103. So you know. No reason to call a doctor.
- Sunday - you call your mother and ask her to drive almost three hours to come take your son away. She comes. You love her. No shower today! Go back to sleep to try and escape the pounding in your head. You've never been so sick, did I mention this?
- Monday - there is a remote chance, upon waking, that you might feel just alittle bit...is it even possible...better? Yep. Aside from the fact that you look and probably smell like hell...you actually feel alittle better. You praise the almighty Tylenol Flu gods and their team of under appreciated scientists. You even manage to hold your baby. You manage....SOUP! Heavenly SOUP!
I have to say. I wouldn't wish that strange out of nowhere illness on anyone. I seriously COULD NOT hold my daughter. That means that my husband, from Friday until Monday morning did EVERYTHING for me. He did laundry, dishes, made bottles, changed the baby, put the kids to bed, kept them quiet while JuJuBee Sleepfest 2005 occured, feed and clothed them, worked from home, gave me liquid, took my temperature, bought me soup, gatoraid, Tylenol Flu (cue harps), and even gossip to read. I am blessed. Especially now that I can sit upright long enough to read some blogs and check my email.
What a long strange trip it's been.
How awful! Glad you're feeling better! What a sweet hubby you have for taking care of you AND making sure you have gossip to read. Gotta love a man like that!
Take care and keep on feeling better!
By the way, what cute kids you have! Simply adorable. :)
Posted by: CraftyLilDevil | Tuesday, August 16, 2005 at 07:31 PM
Damnit. Is that all you DO? Sleep???
Posted by: The Greatest Aunt | Tuesday, August 16, 2005 at 10:24 PM
I'm so glad that you are feeling better.. You have certainly had the weekend from hell, you poor thing. Honestly, who gets sick in the summer? Eeesh.
Anyway, God Bless Tylenol, God Bless Hubbies, God Bless Grandma's (yours, and Little Juju's) and God Bless the internet and being able to sit in front of it!
:-)
xo heather
Posted by: heathabee | Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 01:00 AM
Oh, you poor thing! I'm glad you are feeling better but take it easy!
Posted by: Katie | Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 10:26 AM
Sounds awful. Glad you are feeling better. I can't believe you didn't call the doctor back and insist that something was wrong with you. Hope the babies don't get it.
Posted by: Jazzy | Wednesday, August 17, 2005 at 05:05 PM