That's what I give my weekend. A HUGE thumbs down. It started off innocently enough on Friday: a prickly throat, an occasional cough...by that evening, I was hoping I could fend off the impending illness. Well, I didn't.
Saturday, I spent pretty much the entire day moving from my bed to the couch and eating soup and saltines. Sunday, I still felt a bit yucky, but thought I was on the upside. Until that night...I was coughing so much that I managed to make my throat raw and keep myself from sleeping. After drinking some "Sleepy Time" tea with a little honey and taking a vitamin that makes me sleep, I finally drifted off somewhere between 1:30-2 a.m. (I'm sure that's normal for some of you, but, besides midterms and final exam time in college, it has never been normal for me!) I woke up at 6:30 when Kallie came into our room to get up for the day. By then, I was so congested and my throat was so sore that I couldn't sleep anyway. So, I waited a while until Urgent Care opened and headed on over there. Basically, I'm just sick and there's nothing I can do about it. (Nevermind that I'm coughing up and blowing out technicolor blobs...) The Dr. was going to prescribe some cough medicine with codeine, but after informing him that all narcotics make me throw-up, (something I've learned between getting my wisdom teeth out and 2 c-sections), he told me that pretty much my only option was Nyquil.
As much as I hate taking drugs, I was willing to drink the entire bottle of Nyquil for some kind of relief. It's a good thing I only took the suggested dose, because I was in a Nyquil stupor for quite a large chunk of my day. At one point, after sleeping for what I felt was about 2 hours, Ryan came into the bedroom and commented that I hadn't slept yet. I assured him that I had, but was then puzzled by the comment.
So, here I sit. My throat feels like it has turned into very sensitive, sandpaper-covered, small rocks jamming themselves together every time I cough, swallow, breathe, etc. My fever is now up to 101, (Why couldn't it have spiked this morning?), and I'm not looking forward to another Nyquil induced coma.
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5 comments:
I'm so sorry Amanda. It's no fun being sick and then to have mommy duty it makes it really hard. I hope you get better soon!
No fun being sick. Hope you are feeling better soon. It's so hard to be sick when you still have to be a mommy. Good luck!
Yucky!! That sounds like what I had on Valentine's Day. It does it better, but slowly. It's really annoying. Mom's aren't supposed to get sick. :) Keep pushing the tea and get better soon!
I hate to say it but I laughed this entire post, fromt he description of your symptoms to nyquil induced coma, you are so witty, seriously. I am so sad for you though. Nothing like being forced down for a bit. I think it's heavenly Father's way of making us be still sometimes and just take care of ourselves, since Mom's struggle with that.
Oh' I hope that it gets better fast...and that in the meantime, you really let yourself just veg and don't feel guilty for letting your children entertain themselves or have family do it for you.
Love you!
ugh!!! hope you feel better soon!!!
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