Come On Get Down With the Sickness

I am sick as a dog. I don't think I've been this sick in years. Well, at least not in the last 2. So I figured I'd blog to whine about it. I've already called my mom but I am so sick I feel like whining more. I'm not typically a whiner but right now, I feel that bad.

I have a fever. I haven't checked my temp but I am crazy feverish - freezing with goosebumps until I take ibuprofen and then I'm so hot I have to strip down to underpants and my bloody t-shirt from Holden's injuries yesterday. (That's another whole story - First I accidentally left the gate open at the top of the stairs so of course, he fell down them; Thank God he wasn't hurt badly, just some bumps and bruises. Then he tried to climb up into the recliner while I was trying to nap yesterday afternoon [God forbid I try to take a nap because I'm sick, right?] by way of the tiny, wobbly, little Wal-Mart side table. Of course, it wobbled over onto him, the glass table topper flying into his mouth, cutting him in several places though it didn't actually break. That's when I called Tony and told him he HAD to come home NOW. Some birthday, huh?)

I have a HORRIBLE cough, very dry and croupy, making my trachea and lungs burn and rumble with wheezy mucous, which has left my whole core sore and I feel like I've broken ribs. I can barely breathe. Since this morning it has gotten less raspy and wheezy, though I still have to take very short, shallow breaths. But at least I don't feel like I have to use my inhaler 4 times every hour like I did over the weekend. The silver lining to the cough is that I haven't wanted a cigarette at all, and haven't had one since Sunday night at 7 o'clock. So I'm quitting. I have been thinking about quitting for a while anyway. With Spring coming I won't need to get out of the house for fresh air, and we'll be moving Ground Zero back up to the main floor, so I won't be able to sneak outside for a butt; my kids will all see me, and I have never wanted to expose them to that nasty little habit. Also, now that I'm medicated I don't feel like I need to smoke for a stress reliever anymore, so it's the right time. I've also thought that this must be the same cold the kids had, but because I've been smoking again, it hit me in the chest, where it hit them all in the head. If I hadn't been smoking I'd probably still have been sick, just not as bad.

I had Tony stay home today, because I knew I couldn't handle the kids, especially not schlepping them up and down the stairs without being able to breathe - no way! It was nice to be able to go up to bed (last night I slept in the basement in the recliner so I could sleep sitting up), and have 4 pillows to fluff and arrange so that I could lay on my side (my preferred sleeping position) and cuddle under the covers and just sleep. I had Tony move the humidifier into our bedroom and close the curtains and I slept LIKE A ROCK for almost 4 hours, when Tony got me up at 1 o'clock because he had a therapy appointment. I know I'm getting better because I can see small improvements since I slept this morning. While I'm still crazy worn out, I am hungry again (I haven't eaten since yesterday at noon. I tried to eat a piece of toast this morning and only managed to gag half of it down. I thought it would be a good idea to eat since I've been hopped up on NyQuil, Robitussin and Advil for the last 24 hours and I didn't want to end up with an ulcer. I learned my lesson to listen to my body and if it doesn't want to eat, let it starve. I have more than enough fat stores to last me for months...

Fast forward 3 hours, since I started this post, to right now, when I came back to finish it. My core muscles are now KILLING me, and every time I cough or sneeze I piss my pants. So hot. Good thing I'm still raggin' it. Oh, and I did eat, a yogurt (I thought the probiotics would help give me a boost) and chicken noodle soup, only to have them come back out in full liquid form an hour later. Sweet. I'm hungry again but afraid to eat for fear of what will happen at 9 pm. I guess on the bright side, I don't exactly have to strain to go poo, since that would suck after pulling all these stomach muscles. God, what am I, 90?!?

I'm ready for bed again, and am getting chills again, so I guess I'll grab a couple of items off the BRAT diet, my bottle of NyQuil and the remote.

Whine...