Remember last Friday, when I was soooo looking forward to Monday. This is one of those times when if I’d known what was in store for me, I’d have run away to Las Vegas for a week, or two.
Saturday, Ed took kidlets to the movies, everyone felt fine and dandy (well, except Drama Teen who still had lots of pain from her angio Seal/angiogram). Sunday, the first inkling that things weren’t “right” began to rear their ugly head. Mr. Wonderful was dead tired. He’s been fighting a cold for weeks and just never getting better. Then, on Monday, Kinderboy #2 had pink eye. I used Kinderboy#1’s drops while I waited for his prescription. Kinderboy#2 also had a cough from the souls of his shoes, a headache, and an earache. By Tuesday, so did Drama Teen and Mr. Wonderful. A trip to urgent care set us up with all sort of medications. Kinderboy#2 started feeling better, even Drama Teen’s eyes have finally started to clear up (we were late starting her drops because she’s allergic to “everything” and needed to make sure her face wouldn’t swell up if we used the boys drops. Ends up, that’s all that was needed.
Wednesday night, I had my first oh-oh of symptoms. A cough that dug so deep I thought I’d spill my dinner. Woke up Thursday with a sore throat, ear ache, headache, congestion, etc. Just in time for everyone else to feel well…yippeee!
I’m blogging over at the Lyrical Press blog today about something…not sure what as it’s still early yet. Perhaps I’ll address the issue of how to write and meet deadlines when you feel like a zombie.