Thursday, January 03, 2013
Sharing is Caring??
At least that’s what my grandchildren keep on telling
us. It’s a phrase they learned in
pre-school. I’m sure that it was meant
to keep the kids from coming to physical blows over things like blocks, paint
jars and dolls-but they like to use the phrase when their grandpa has a donut
in his hand or one of them has an itch to stare in our pantry for some kind of
goodie to eat.
Let’s face it though-kids tend to carry phrases like to way
past what the intended meaning is-especially when it comes to germs.
I know you can see where I’m going with this opening-first
Aidan had a viral infection and shared with his brother who spent the weekend
with mostly me and missed out on their yearly trip to Flagstaff, The Polar
Express and playing in the snow. Poor
His parents and brother came back Sunday afternoon. Boy was I glad. He was a doll, but he was running a fever,
sneezing non-stop and well, he was sick.
The result? While
Steve has a bit of the sniffles and is able to carry on-I am starting off 2013 sick
as the proverbial dog.
I look awful. My face
is already raw from blowing my nose, my eyes are puffy and dripping, I am
running a low-grade fever and (oh the joy) I have been coughing. Because of the fever-my already tender
contusions and joints and now feeling as if someone struck a match on
them. The congestion is making me dizzy
and all I want to do is crawl into my La-Z-Boy reclina-rocker (Thank you very
much Adam and Sam) and coffee myself and watch my favorite musicals today.
What’s really not fair-while our kids thankfully have the
day off-I will have the boys for the rest of the week. Yesterday, they arrived at 7:30 and left at
10. Our son-in-law, Alex, apologized for
the kids sharing this bug with me.
What are you going to do?
It was bound to happen. I am a
person with a chronic autoimmune disease-it was inevitable.
What makes this even sadder is that my husband’s birthday
was this week. The man actually looked
at me as I was trying not to throw out my sciatica while coughing myself into a
migraine and said he’d like to have a Rib Eye Roast with Yorkshire Pudding for
dinner. And with that-he took it out and
put it in the fridge to defrost!
You know, I was hoping for a nice quiet and healthy
2013-it’s not starting off too well.
Oh, I forgot to mention-Pepper has been sneezing his poor
little tabby head off as well. More
proof that pets are more than animals.
Why else would he put himself through this lovely week. He didn’t even eat his tuna and sardine mix
this morning-and it’s his vary favorite thing in the world to eat.
Okay-time to brew some more lemon and honey water and lie