Ya’ll I’m not supposed to be the sick one.
I’m the one who cares for the sick.
Or at least that’s how I think it’s supposed to go.
However the cooties have invaded my body more in the last three months than I care to admit. I’m that person who has had to call……. again…… and say “I’m so sorry I can’t come, I’m sick again.”
I hate it so much.
This time…has been the worst. It’s like I’m a preschooler. I have ear infections, a sinus infection and wait for it, conjunctivitis for goodness sake. I cough like it’s my job and I keep my poor guy up at night. And to top it all, I have had zero voice since Sunday. That’s four days of silence. Am I being punished??!! Me not talk for 4 days is just wrong.
And little man Jack does not understand why his BB won’t hold him or play with him or read to him. BB always does all those things. So now, when he sees me, which is not often, because I’m sequestered to my room to try and keep others from getting this nastiness, he reaches for me and yells BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!! And what do I do. I reach for him and mouth the words “I’m sorry baby.” Which he can’t hear because not a croak will exit my throat.
I’m trying to find light in this whole situation. How do I do that?
Does eating a bag of ruffles do it?
Super long naps?
Watching 3 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix? Watching Magic Mike? I’m not proud……
I’ve watched and read every blogger I follow on IG every day just waiting for something new.
Here’s hoping that the two giant antibiotic shots and the plethora of drugs currently residing on my nightstand do something quick.
Cause this sickness needs to GO.
I’ve got things to do.