Yep. Sick. Sinus infection bronchitis sick. Had a great day at work, actually, with medicine keeping the worst of the cold at bay. Tie dyed shirts with the kids. A lot of fun. Then calling the doctor to please help because all of the medicines I took last night could not touch the painful pressure in my head. I couldn't sleep and it was a new kind of miserable. She was gracious enough to let me visit after official hours (thank you!). Now I have antibiotics and hope for relief soon. Meanwhile, I can't breathe. Not well, anyway. Breath is precious. I have an inhaler because my asmtha flares up when I get sick. But it isn't helping much. A nice deep breath sounds wonderful. That and an end to the three-day headache.
I didn't mean to live my philosophizing about side-effects of CMT. Really. I didn't want this mess. The kids all had this cold and recovered in a day or two. So did my husband. Me?
Feels like my body works so hard just to get through the day, there's nothing left for another challenge. I also told a friend, if I don't rest, my body will make sure I rest. Sick or injured. The message is slow on down. Heard.
Now, how to explain that to a two-year-old? :)