Did you miss me?
Probably not too much, because two weeks ago I actually had things together enough to schedule some blog posts so they were still being posted, but I was down for the count!
A week ago Friday I was doing some stuff and I looked at the kids and said "I don't feel great." 30 minutes later, I dragged myself to bed and didn't get out for more than a week.
In a matter of hours I was a feverish, coughing, sniffling, exhausted person. It was crazy how fast it came on. I thought it was the flu for sure. My husband thought it was the flu for sure.
Monday my sister (who is now sick and I can only feel like I must have shared with her) drove me to my doctor. The doctor thought it must be flu. So she ran a flu test. And a strep test, just in case. Both came back negative. Just some nasty virus I guess. None-the-less, she gave me some good medicine, sent my home, told me to rest and to call her Thursday if I was no better or worse.
Tuesday, I did not feel better.
Wednesday I did not feel better. In fact, I'm pretty sure I mentioned to the husband that maybe we should go to the ER because I was clearly dying.
Um, I might mention here that I tend to get very dramatic while I'm sick. I say things like I'm dying. This is clearly the black plague, and I'll never get better.
Anyway, just when I thought I was going to have to call the doctor and inform her that I was sure I had one foot in the grave because it was that serious, I started to feel better.
Nothing major, but sometime Wednesday night I turned the corner.
Friday I managed to get out of bed just for a bit even - with enough time to wash the sheets, spray down the bathroom and take a much needed shower.
That was of course the night my middle child picked up what I had. She was coughing so badly that she needed to sleep on the recliner. Since I was sick and also still coughing, I slept on the couch so she wouldn't be alone (and so my husband could finally sleep back in our bed - which he was avoiding like the plague).
I'm much, much better now. Still coughing a bit, my voice is still off a bit, and I'm so exhausted. But, I'm sure I'm going to live. I followed-up with the doctor on Monday just to be sure. She said I sounded good, but keep an eye on things and let her know if I start to feel sick again. I still haven't made it back into bed though. Miss 11 has needed to be on the recliner at night, and so I stay by her. Because I know being sick stinks!
I'm sure hoping it doesn't come back. Ever. I feel like I deserve like ten years of no illness at this point.