My Time, With a Catch
August 27, 2007
As many of you read in a previous post, I love what I have come to call “my time”, and I got a lot of it yesterday. The problem, I had to be at death’s door to get it. I don’t get sick often, so when I do, it’s usually really bad. Saturday at work I felt kinda off, but I chalked it up to not eating breakfast. After work I went home and ate lunch, then we loaded up to go pick up my step-daughter. By the time we got to her house I was feeling bad. We did some shopping, during which time I began to feel progressively worse. We went for supper at a pizza buffet restaurant, and by the time we got there I felt horrible. Determined to not spoil the evening for the family, I tried to make the best of it, but even the water tasted bad. To sum it up, I spent $6 to eat a small bowl of Jello.
After arriving home and putting the youngest to bed I headed for bed myself, feeling awful. I was nauseous, weak, and hot and cold at the same time. I awoke at 11:00, and high-tailed it to the bathroom, where, too weak to stand, I sat on the toilet and puked in the trash can. This process continued several times more during the night, sometimes vomiting, sometimes diarreha, sometimes both.
I awoke Sunday morning feeling worse. I suffer from a mild case of scoliosis, which makes lying down for over 7-8 hours very painful. So, I was too weak to stand, but it was too painful to sit or lie down. Talk about your catch 22. Any attempts I made to take any kind of medicine promptly came back up into the trash can. I have had 2 children via C-section, and this was worse. About 1:00 my wonderful husband offered to take the boys to his sisters house for a visit that afternoon. He said it was to give me a break, but I’m sure he was just tired of my pouting. Either way, I didn’t really care. I eventually found a way to dull the pain in my back with a heating pad, which gave me enough relief to go to sleep, which is how I spent the afternoon.
I’m feeling better today, although still a bit under the weather. I did manage to drag myself into work, however, if my employer offered paid sick days, I would not have. On the bright side, I am truly blessed that I don’t get sick often, considering that I have 2 small kids and a husband that works in a germ-infested school. And, I lost 4 pounds!