Your Cough is Not Welcome Here

 Now we’re all sick. I don’t think I will ever get better. Every day it just gets worse. Let’s start from the beginning. 

Saturday morning I woke up feeling like I had a head cold. I had book club and contemplated not going when I first woke up, but the desire to be around friends and to get to talk to people about The Hunger Games who had actually read it won out. Once I took a shower and got out of the house I didn’t feel so bad. I took Ian with me and even though he wasn’t coughing anymore, his nose was like a fountain. I cut my time short and left before everyone else to get him home and asleep. 

Earlier in the week my dad asked if we would meet him and his girlfriend at Disneyland because they had Valentine’s Day presents for the kids. I originally told him Friday morning I didn’t think we were going to make it because of both Salem and Ian being sick, but since they were both acting much better, we agreed to meet them for a few hours but committed to leaving as soon as it got dark and cold. While we were there Ian’s cold seemed to disapear and Salem was showing no symptoms at all. While we were driving there my ears started getting clogged and my throat was itching. I started coughing 2 hours after we got there and Scott about 2 hours after me. As promised we left as soon as it was dark, and it was more for us than the kids!

It was absolutely essential that we stop to get medicine because we were both miserable. I got homeopathic ear drops to help me out, as well as medicine that wouldn’t knock me out. We got home and medicated, Scott with night time medicine and a bath, and I was basically on my own with the kids for the rest of the night because they both were up for the long haul.

Sunday I woke up not only worse, but to a cough that had flared up in Salem, and all of Ian’s progress went out the window. Scott basically refused to get out of bed all day. We didn’t go to his dads house to watch the Super Bowl like we were supposed to and I was much happier that way. I finished Mockingjay (third Hunger Games book) and spent all day medicating everyone. Sometime in the afternoon I took Scotty’s temperature and it was 101.7. Just before bed Salem looked miserable and asked me to take her temperature. I felt her head and it was evident she was warmer than normal. Hers was 102.3. I stayed up late again due to Ian wanting to stay awake and took my joke of medicine. 

I woke up this morning and couldn’t get out of bed without coughing up a lung. I took my temperature and mine was 100.9. Great! Even after taking medicine I can’t keep from coughing more than 2 minutes. Salem is home from school again today because her fever was still present this morning at 100.3. Scott doesn’t seem better, since he didn’t wake up until 12:15. The only person who seems to be doing any better is Ian. 

I definitely feel worse, and to be honest I am super bitter. I honestly feel like I never get to be sick alone. Not to mention that I literally have a child sucking the life out of me, I am still taking care of everyone else. Feeding everyone else first, making sure everyone else gets rest, and is medicated properly.  I haven’t napped or rested efficiently. I don’t see me getting over this anytime soon. Especially because when I joked to my husband that he was leaving me alone to take care of the kids Saturday night when he took night time medicine, his response was, "Well one of us has to work."

I wish I could nap when Ian naps, but  still have Salem to take care of and thats usually when I shower, eat, or do chores. It would be so much easier if someone was willing to help me out and made me sleep.

All I know is that I am over this! Thanks to sickness, I haven’t gone to the PPD support group yet. And I’m bitter about that too. Anyway…..