Normally there is so much going on at our house that by the time 5 days has elapsed, I'd have posted at least twice...or started said posts, anyway.
Things are not normal around here, though.
I am now on day 4 sick in bed. REALLY sick. And it came on super-suddenly Friday night.
I had spent the afternoon pruning plants, and hanging new patio party lights (thanks to my dad sending me a plug that screws into a light fixture so we could have outside electricity).
Cliff grilled yummy tilapia on the BBQ for dinner, which we ate with broccoli (which some of my kids like to pronounce like it rhymes with E-Coli), sliced avocados, (Which I was SO grateful to have caught right before they transitioned from ripe to compost...I SO hate it when I pay good money for a lovely avocado and then let it go to waste. It should be a crime, really.) and sweet potato fries...which we actually ate as a second course since Cliff forgot to press the "start" button after setting the temp, which our oven requires. (Isn't learning new appliances every few years fun?) I still do that sometimes. Once I did it when I was making chicken for the Stork's Nest*. I wanted to DIE! Luckily, I was able to grill it really quickly instead so they still had enough meat...and charity didn't faileth. (That reminds me of another "charity" meal-making fiasco story. I'll have to share that one with you sometime...and hopefully you'll have some to share, too.)
Anyway, I don't know whether it was just that I had finally sat down long enough to notice it...or if it all really came on that suddenly, but my whole body started to hurt. The next couple of days were a roller coaster of fever and chills...and not a lot of sleep. I made it to the Dr. yesterday and he confirmed it was flu turned sinus infection, which was what I thought. I get one every year or two...usually either set off by an extreme change in weather or allergies...but the flu can do it, too.
I thought I was done for the season in the illness dept, because I had been sick at the beginning of December, and then my older boys followed suit. I watched them get REALLY sick...Patrick missed a whole week of school and Troy wasted his first week of break due to this illness. I was grateful, thinking I had just had a lesser version (which, as mom, I am usually blessed with...if I get it at all). I was wrong.
We spent the week after Christmas "Clean-Sweeping" kids' rooms. Coree was first, then Jake, followed by the older boys. Why had it not occurred to me to wear gloves while touching anything in Troy and Patrick's room?! Seriously...we cleaned out ev.e.ry.thing...every drawer, every corner, so you know I was just asking for a dose of their boy cooties. Lucky for Cliff, he was vaccinated. By the time they opened up the vaccine to family members here...Patrick was already sick and we just never got around to it. As you can imagine...I'm now wishing I had made the time!
So, here I sit...spending WAY too much time blog-hopping and trying to remember people I used to know so I can look them up on Facebook. I wish I was going for a bike ride with Susan, instead. Or to Gen Sushi with Molly. Heck, I'd settle for pulling weeds at this point.
I'm just SO grateful that it's not our turn for Seminary carpool. AND I'm grateful that Brenda made us chicken tortilla soup last night. I've never met a chicken tortilla soup I didn't like...and hers is my new fave. Maybe it's the authentic Latina influence? Could be. She's awesome. Is her chicken tortilla soup worth getting sick over? I wouldn't go that far.
Here's hoping to be back in the saddle tomorrow!
*Stork's Nest: A private, non-profit org which houses military families of high risk pregnancies/births who are sent here from all over the Pacific for the NICU facilities available at Naval Hospital Camp Lester. On certain nights, different orgs take turns providing meals to all the families there. Our Chaplain Spouses Group is one of them.
Things are not normal around here, though.
I am now on day 4 sick in bed. REALLY sick. And it came on super-suddenly Friday night.
I had spent the afternoon pruning plants, and hanging new patio party lights (thanks to my dad sending me a plug that screws into a light fixture so we could have outside electricity).
Cliff grilled yummy tilapia on the BBQ for dinner, which we ate with broccoli (which some of my kids like to pronounce like it rhymes with E-Coli), sliced avocados, (Which I was SO grateful to have caught right before they transitioned from ripe to compost...I SO hate it when I pay good money for a lovely avocado and then let it go to waste. It should be a crime, really.) and sweet potato fries...which we actually ate as a second course since Cliff forgot to press the "start" button after setting the temp, which our oven requires. (Isn't learning new appliances every few years fun?) I still do that sometimes. Once I did it when I was making chicken for the Stork's Nest*. I wanted to DIE! Luckily, I was able to grill it really quickly instead so they still had enough meat...and charity didn't faileth. (That reminds me of another "charity" meal-making fiasco story. I'll have to share that one with you sometime...and hopefully you'll have some to share, too.)
Anyway, I don't know whether it was just that I had finally sat down long enough to notice it...or if it all really came on that suddenly, but my whole body started to hurt. The next couple of days were a roller coaster of fever and chills...and not a lot of sleep. I made it to the Dr. yesterday and he confirmed it was flu turned sinus infection, which was what I thought. I get one every year or two...usually either set off by an extreme change in weather or allergies...but the flu can do it, too.
I thought I was done for the season in the illness dept, because I had been sick at the beginning of December, and then my older boys followed suit. I watched them get REALLY sick...Patrick missed a whole week of school and Troy wasted his first week of break due to this illness. I was grateful, thinking I had just had a lesser version (which, as mom, I am usually blessed with...if I get it at all). I was wrong.
We spent the week after Christmas "Clean-Sweeping" kids' rooms. Coree was first, then Jake, followed by the older boys. Why had it not occurred to me to wear gloves while touching anything in Troy and Patrick's room?! Seriously...we cleaned out ev.e.ry.thing...every drawer, every corner, so you know I was just asking for a dose of their boy cooties. Lucky for Cliff, he was vaccinated. By the time they opened up the vaccine to family members here...Patrick was already sick and we just never got around to it. As you can imagine...I'm now wishing I had made the time!
So, here I sit...spending WAY too much time blog-hopping and trying to remember people I used to know so I can look them up on Facebook. I wish I was going for a bike ride with Susan, instead. Or to Gen Sushi with Molly. Heck, I'd settle for pulling weeds at this point.
I'm just SO grateful that it's not our turn for Seminary carpool. AND I'm grateful that Brenda made us chicken tortilla soup last night. I've never met a chicken tortilla soup I didn't like...and hers is my new fave. Maybe it's the authentic Latina influence? Could be. She's awesome. Is her chicken tortilla soup worth getting sick over? I wouldn't go that far.
Here's hoping to be back in the saddle tomorrow!
*Stork's Nest: A private, non-profit org which houses military families of high risk pregnancies/births who are sent here from all over the Pacific for the NICU facilities available at Naval Hospital Camp Lester. On certain nights, different orgs take turns providing meals to all the families there. Our Chaplain Spouses Group is one of them.
1 comment:
Oh Carrie,
I'm so sorry you have been so ill. Hopefully you are on the mend now,
Take care,
Gina
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