Near death experience..

Okay, that might be slightly dramatic. But only slightly.

A little back-story -

After the very first week of school for EJ and Miss T, they both started the weekend off with the sniffles. The optimist in me, said it must be from going between the super chilly classroom, to the hot and humid outdoors; obviously aggravating their sinuses. I mean how could both children get sick at the same time? Impossible right?

But alas, after the first day, both EJ, and Miss T, ran a fever. Still feeling hopeful, they rested all day, went to bed Sunday night, and I hoped they would feel better come Monday.

Monday arrives, and EJ and Miss T seem to feel much better than the previous day; however Punkin' and I woke up with, you guessed it, the dreaded sniffles. Now I've realized this isn't climate issues, this is indeed another sick cycle.

Oh sick cycle, I despise you.

My nose seemed to have developed a mind of its own, and dripped constantly throughout the day. Of course being a mother, cleaning generally involves a lot of leaning, or bending, and that of course made this nose situation that much worse. I actually got desperate enough to stop spreading germs every time I leaned over, that I stuffed pieces of Kleenex into my nostrils to try to contain this yuck. Lovely mental image isn't it?

I look as if I was attempting to stop a nosebleed. The children found this hilarious, and laughed at me every time I entered the room. They even attempted to stuff tissue into their noses to continue the hilarity.

I still felt pretty decent considering - took some Tylenol warming before bed, and hoped (again) to feel better by morning.

Tuesday was a complete surprise when I awoke to feeling like I'd been run over by a bus. My whole body was aching, every joint in my body pulsating, fingers and feet swollen... I ran 102 degrees, which convinced me, this is it, I'm indeed dying.

I'm positive if I placed all my symptoms into a Google search, Google would also agree I was as near death as I felt.

As the day continued on, Punkin' seemed to feel much better, and Sugar Baby also was feeling dandy; so I was all alone in my desires to nap, and watch TV.

Mommies need sick days. This is a fact.

Instead of staying in bed though, I finished scrubbing the floors Cinderella style, and coating them with the Orange Glow sealer. Dusted the blinds, mopped, vacuumed, and just kept myself moving to avoid curling up into the fetal position and accepting certain death. I consider my productiveness a win, for sure.

I am pathetic when sick. I don't deny it.

Wednesday I felt a little bit more alive, and far less feverish, however this mutant cold decided to have me hack up a lung throughout the day. I'm still hacking today actually. My head is ridiculously congested, and no amount of cold medicine seems to be helping. Of course my options are extremely limited due to breastfeeding, so I'm sure there might be something out there to help, but I choose to not think on it.

Sugar Baby of course caught this dreadful cold, and we spend our nights currently sleeping upright. I use the booger ball on her, torture her until she can't take anymore, and then slather Vicks on my chest so she can breathe it without it stinging her little nose. My shoulders are killing me from holding my chunky darling all night, but at least she's getting sleep, and sleep will help her feel less pitiful. All-in-all a good thing.

All the other children are feeling much better now, minus some hacking and coughing here and there, but at least they haven't lost their energy. (siiiiiiigh)

My workouts have taken a backseat to being sick, however I am getting in an informal ab workout with my horrendous coughing. I cough until my face turns red, and my abs feel cramped. So at least I'm doing something right?

Silver lining.

Here's to hoping I feel better come tomorrow, and far more human, less zombie.

'Till next time