Earlier this week, I was side swiped by a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad virus that slapped me across the face and took up residence inside my sinus cavities.
It all started with some sneezing on Saturday...a sore throat by Sunday...and on Monday, it was apparent that I was heading downhill. Monday evening I was fairly miserable...but Tuesday?
Well, Tuesday I woke up and was certain I was going to die.
My teeth hurt. My neck hurt. The base of my skull hurt. My eyelashes hurt. My toenails hurt.
I told my husband, "I think I'm going to die...tell the children I love them.".
So it goes, I had a work meeting I needed to go to Tuesday morning. I wiped the tear (yes, one squeezed out) from my eye and groggily lumbered to work, sniffling and mouth breathing the whole way. And poor Jeanne...she sat by me and I borrowed a pencil and by the end of the meeting, she looked at me and said, "Keep the pencil.".
I went home, tucked myself into bed, pried my eyes open enough to collect children from school and promptly went right back to bed.
Now, I always tease my husband for not being compassionate. And, while the man doesn't have a compassionate bone in his body, he does have a servant's heart...and remember his Love Language? Well, Tuesday night he made Chicken Noodle Soup, cleaned the kitchen, worked on the chicken coop (oh, I haven't told you about that, have I?), and at midnight, blew up birthday balloons for our birthday girl.
I guess I'll forgive him for not being ooey, gooey compassionate.
Anyway, while it was touch and go there for awhile, I'm now certain that I will, most definitely, survive this one.
The good thing about being the first one in the family to get sick? I'll be well enough to care for the others when they get sick...but that's just it...I'm now staring down the barrel of other 6 members of my family, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Who shall fall victim to the "Deadly Plague of 2013", next?