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Being Sick is Hard to Do

Being Mom is not the best time to get sick, so for the next twenty or so years I hope that I can try to avoid sickness. I guess that's going to be hard since somehow my hands have become tissues. Isaak caught a cold a couple weeks ago and I caught it from him. I wonder how that's possible--it couldn't be that he'd wipe his nose on my pants leg could it? Every time he'd walk past he reach up to me like he wanted loves, then he'd quickly rub his nose all over my pants. I did a lot of laundry that week. I thought I recovered quickly from the cold, but I hit rock bottom last week. I woke up on Tuesday and felt like my heart and chest aching. I could barely walk fast without getting winded and I was exhausted by Friday I could barely stand up for about 10 minutes before I needed to sit back down. I started an antibiotic and now I'm peachy as pie. I feel great. Almost. I get tired easy, but I actually have stamina and drive. I want to do things as last week I was lethargic and indecisive. But I don't want to do the dishes that have been piling up since I've been sick. I don't want to try to catch up on all the things I wasn't able to do, but I will. I just wonder how long it will take me to catch back up. See this is why I can't get sick while I'm playing Mom. I just don't have time and people still need me to keep going.

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Heather said…
Glad your feeling better
jaredandgina said…
Being sick is the worst! It makes you so grateful to be healthy!!
I love that you took Issak on the wave runner so fun! Kai hated her life jacket too, remember lake powell. But since then I keep out and she loves to wear around all day it is like a dress up thing for her. Maybe that might work for Isaak too.
Tina said…
I am so happy you are better! I think that once we become mothers we should have 3 supermom powers....

1) Invincible to illness
2) Telepathic communication
3) Sleep becomes an option (not a necessity)

I am proud of the fact that you went to the doctors and happy that the antibiotics helped quickly. Being sick IS hard to do!
DottieLou said…
i am happy your better...

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