Tuesday, April 5, 2011
The last week has been rough. I was starting to get a litlte cocky in my "wow, I haven't even really been sick this whole winter! That never happens!" attitude. I guess I learned my lesson. I will keep my gloating to myself. Except I didn't say that to anyone, so I guess I just have to keep my gloating to my subconscious self. This past week I have contracted some sort of sore throat from you-know-where. Sore throat doesn't even touch the surface of this round of near-death I have been experiencing. I may be sounding dramatic here, but seriously this was bad. Pounding headache, screaming back and neck, fever, earache, you name it. I consider myself sort of a connoisseur of throat maladies. I am usually a trooper and just suffer through and grin-and-bear-it. Not this time. I tried that the first few days.
I took Becks in to the Dr. last week for pink eye. I happened to get this as well. Talk about adding insult to injury. I sort of thought that was only something little germy hands-always-in-face kids get. Apparently, hands-always-in-face adults get it too. Anyway, I got a throat culture then and there and of course, it came back negative. I am still not convinced, but whatever. So, I have spent the last 6 days feeling the worst I have felt in years. Honestly, nothing made it better. I have been living under my heated blanket on the couch and in my bed. I even found myself in tears, curled up on my bathroom floor next to the heater. The kids have been angels and Matt has been so helpful. I felt a little sorry for myself when the sun was shining and it was 75 degrees outside and I felt like I couldn't even enjoy it.
Finally, yesterday I drug myself out of bed and went to the gym. I thought even a small effort would maybe help sweat the disease out of me. It didn't seem to work, so I went back in to the Dr. She was so sweet and felt bad for me. At least she acted like she did and I appreciated the sympathy. She subscribed something and I think my life is starting to come around. I think I'll send her flowers. I think I maybe, just might be on the mend. But, I don't want to start gloating or anything because we know where that got me.
Suffice it to say, isn't is amazing how much more we appreciate things when we've been somewhere so much worse? How amazing does it feel to wake up feeling good when you've felt awful for so long? I know this situation is just a minor pathetic little sob story, but really, it's a lesson to be learned. I am not one to take things for granted, at least I try not to. I have always been so appreciative for my good health. I am grateful that I am only sick for one week, when others know nothing but suffering. I feel humbled every time I go through an illness or trial of any kind. It takes the bitter to know the sweet.