Sick And Tired

No, I mean it: I'm sick and tired. I'm forced to stay home today because of a fever and chills.

I had successfully avoided it from Mrs. Nod, Blynken, Nod-girl, and even Nub and Nib. But I think the work triad of my coughing boss and two sick co-workers finally put me over the immunity edge. I am generally hardy when it comes to resisting viruses and such, but I am a complete whiner once I do get sick. "Alas! Woe is me!"

There wasn't any need for playing it up last night, though. I had already taken ibuprofen an hour before, but my fever spiked up anyway -- teeth chattering, chills, the whole bit. Mrs. Nod noted that this was a bit of a role reversal: me cold and she warm.

I have been sleeping on and off since 2:30pm yesterday, and I think I'm all slept out. One thing I've noticed about being sick, other than not feeling well: it's boring. Right now, nobody else is home. With five kids in the house, I usually crave a quiet spot especially from 5pm onward, but this -- this is just dull. With kids, nothing is ever dull -- because "if they're conscious, they want something from you."

Heh. Who knew I'd miss the chaos?

Flat on my ...

back.

That's where I've been. Threw my back out playing racquetball, and I've been down for the count for the last 10 days. I even got a 3 day weekend that first Friday and haven't been able to enjoy it.

At first it was mind-numbingly excruciating, then it was terribly painful, and now finally it's mildly debilitating.

Good time to offer it up, do extra prayer, catch up on things, read extra books to the kids, right? Nope. When you don't feel good, NOTHING happens without an heroic effort.

Good thing we get a lot of practice at suffering well (or poorly in my case), because when the Big One hits, I want to be ready. I think.