I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I don't think we've had more than a day since Thanksgiving when all five of us felt healthy. Really. We are not normally sick people, but it has been a sicky sucktacular winter this year. Pinkeye and stomach bugs and bronchitis and pneumonia and fevers and one cold after another. My counter is covered with steroids and antibiotics and medicine cups and syringes and cough syrups and pills. My eyes and brain are fuzzy from label names and directions and trying to keep track of who has what symptoms on any given day, who is starting or finishing which meds, what time they need them, which dosage, etc etc etc etc it never ends.
I got a taste of healthy spring fever in St Croix. With Anneliese finally (haaa?) over her bronchitis, I had almost convinced myself if I could kick the pneumonia (p-neu, as we now
But then the RSV grossness moved to Charlotte.
And then right when she perked up, Mark had an allergic reaction to something, spontaneously erupted in hives, swelled up in the lips and face, and we spent a fun exhausting evening last night at the ER, on meds to contain the reaction.
And in the meantime, the nagging achiness in my back and chest got me worried that my p-neu wasn't actually gone, and went for a follow-up x-ray. The good news is my lungs are clear, the bad news is the cartilage in my ribcage is inflamed, something called costochondritis which was probably caused by me coughing for a month (OF COURSE I INJURED MYSELF COUGHING), so what started as a vague achiness now feels like a ribcage injury, and there's no real treatment except advil and resting it and letting it heal which is basically impossible because I have to breathe and OH MAH GAH it is always something.
I can't remember my last night of good sleep. I don't know when to hope for one again. And now Nathan is coughing from his chest.
*head on desk*
*sob*
So, happy Valentine's Day? Eat some chocolate and kiss your loved ones and don't let out a cough anywhere near me, because each cough triggers one step closer to the end of my sanity, and you don't want to be the last one. I promise.
Hugs and smooches or whatever.
3 comments:
I can empathize—not recently, but we had a year (actually 9 months, but it seemed like 5 years) when our kids were 18 months through 3 and a half years old. We went through bronchitis, pneumonia, the whoopses, chicken pox, injuries requiring emergency treatment, and then bronchitis, pneumonia and the whoopses all over again. However, I believe they got them all out of their systems, because they rarely missed a day of school due to illness. It was a year we were living in a high rise fertile crescent-shaped building known as Tulip Tree House, the graduate student housing at the Indiana University. It was before vaccines for chicken pox, and that disease began on the first floor of the building in November, and went up floor by floor to the 11th floor by May. We lived on the 7th floor, and our kids got the pox in February and March—of course one after the other, not at the same time. Our daughter had them so bad the pediatrician made a house call. Anyway, when those days were over, they were over.
You have every right to complain! And do whatever else makes you feel better.
Any idea what caused the allergic reaction? So weird. Glad he's feeling better, and I hope the rest of you stay healthy, too!
Liebe Erin, it doesn't sound so easy for you at the moment. Get well very soon! Spring is coming. And you seem to stay in good humor.
All the best to you all, I pray for you, und ich drücke dich herzlich.
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