So Sick

I was right. Deep down I think I knew Monday that it was coming. I got sick.

I spent Tuesday with a sinus headache I just couldn't shake, but the day was going pretty well. Bill and I were both scheduled on 12-end of practices, but he told me to go around 6pm. I headed for the door, making a quick pit stop at the Little Jenn's room. While there, it hit me...my clothes hurts. I made it to the car, met mom and dad for dinner and said "My clothes hurt". My mom was sitting next to me and said she could feel the heat radiating off my body. I promised her I'd take my temp as soon as I got home. (Not only do I have a thermometer, I knew where it was! :) ) 101.5 and eveny my nice Penguin flannel pajamas hurt. I crawled into bed shivering, took some Nyquil and off I went into deep sleeps segmented into 1 or 2 hour chunks. Before drifting off I had text messaged Bill, who told me to take the next day off and get better. Leave it to me to leave my Christmas Cards (yes, the ones I'm allergic to) at work!

9:00am I awoke feeling slightly better. PJ's didn't hurt me...always a good sign! I rolled over, called work to tell them I wouldn't be in, then laid in bed. My inner self was like a kid on a snow day. It kept throwing out all the things we could finally get done now that we didn't have to work - I could go to the grocery store, get some Christmas shopping done, walk on the treadmill, throw out those potted plants in front of the house, clean the office, rearrange my closets. The inner kid was squelched by reality when, because I was feeling good, I got up, dressed and headed to the drugstore to replenish my NyQuil and barely made it home before collapsing in a heap on the couch, exhausted. I placated him (I'm pretty sure it's a boy with TONS of energy and ADD) by eating a scoop or two of the ice cream I had bought to go with my NyQuil and Ginger Ale for breakfast. I watched Rachel Ray, played a little on the internet, fended off inner little kid pouting, slept from 11:30-2:30/3:00 ate some lunch. watched some more t.v. Some people might have felt it was a GREAT day, but I felt lethargic and icky - my throat was sore mixed with the thoughts of all the things I needed to be doing going through my head. Not restful per say, but apparently needed. It took all day, but by bedtime, my fever was only between 99 and 100. Yay!

I couldn't stand ANOTHER day home sick, so I went into work on Thursday. I figured I was in at 10, so even if I could only make it until 12 when Bill got in, I'd at least done something. The day was kind of lazy and at 5pm I trekked home to bed. I was 99.5 so I figured, cured! Only problem is the stupid emotional thing. Does anybody else get emotional when sick? I cried at Miracle when we watched it Thursday at work. I've seen the freakin' movie before. I cried thinking of the fact I'm a bad daughter for having no present for my mom. I cried thinking about all the baking I wanted to do and didn't get done. I cried for the homeless shelter girls (oh, and almost when talking to our coach to ask about a "late" date for a slacker), the kid at a neighbor high school that was killed...after today, make that 2, same high school, my sister, the hallmark commercials...you name it, it makes me teary. I HATE that!

The weekend was a long one. I'm still feeling terribly void of energy and could've spent all day today curled up in bed. However, the 11 year old girls whose ages I picked off the tree from the Shelter where our kids spend Christmas Friday (21st) playing santa and feeding the homeless, still needed gifts. They were due in on Friday, but the Girls' Basketball coach is in charge and told me I could get them to him on Monday. I celebrated my mother's birthday yesterday and, for the first time in years, without having a present for her. I felt like such a slacker. She didn't care, but I was beside myself. Since I lost Wednesday (when I wasn't supposed to be at work until late afternoon) to a sick day, and Thursday and Friday to sleeping in to recover and work, and Saturday morning to working, I didn't get to shop for any of it. So, I drug myself out of bed this morning and off to shop. My throat is better, I can swallow without pain, I have developed a slight cough and still have the energy of a sloth. No rest for the weary this week as Bill is in Disney with his family until Wednesday, so Ive got work til 8pm tomorrow and BBkt Games til 10pm on Tuesday. Hopefully, I can sleep in enough in the mornings to speed the stupid ick on its way out of my body. But crap....isn't there a holiday coming up? Guess I need to shop for that too! Maybe NEXT weekend! :) :)

Hope ya'll're doing better than I. Stay warm, dry and out of the freakin wind (it's up to 40 mph, supposed to top 55mph tonight!)!!! Love ya'll!