Quarantined

I have the flu...

Bridget and her friend Sam apparently felt sorry for me because they made this note for me while they were in school.

This week started out great I was ahead on all of my school work and was rearing and ready to go. By Monday afternoon, however, my body was telling me a different story. I could feel my chest and nose close up and I was very fatigued. By Tuesday morning I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for work and felt awful. I got in the shower thinking it would make me feel better but it didn't work. Instead I lied down on my bed and cried. That's right, like a big fat baby, I just lied there and cried. But I got myself back together and managed to get Bridget ready in time for work.

When I finished my wopping one and half hours of working I was wiped out. I went back to bed and called Brent at work. (Yes, I was crying again.) He came home and took care of everything and I spent the next two days in bed. I was officially quarantined. Brent slept on the couch and I was banned from the rest of the house. The only thing I managed to do was cry and take hot showers. My head was throbbing, my chest was burning, all of my muscles were aching, I was sweating and then I would be freezing. It was horrible. I would think I was okay and get up only two seconds later be back in bed crying (again) because I didn't know what was wrong with me. I refused to go to the doctor because I didn't want to get up. I didn't have the energy.

This morning, the third day, I woke up and staggered into the bathroom and actually saw myself for the first time in two days. Let me tell you, I looked hideous. It's a miracle I'm still married. My hair was all over the place from sleeping with it wet. My lips were cracked and peeling from sleeping with my mouth open. And I somehow managed to grow a zit big enough to make any teen drama envious right in between my eyes. I have no idea where that thing came from.

However, I was actually feeling a little bit better. I was so excited that I decided to celebrate by going to Walmart. I know it was selfish not to stay in my cave but I had to get out and it was too cold to walk outside. All I did was walk around just glad not to be in bed. But suddenly I got tired all over again and I cried (again) because I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. So here I am, drugged up with the cheap version of Nyquil typing up my blog. My lungs are still ratteling but I'm alive and I can actually see the end of the tunnel. One day I will feel normal again, and I will never take being healthy for granted ever again!