Well at least that's what it feels like. The Bug That Wouldn't Die!
While Jake and I are both feeling better, we are both still feeling sick, if you know what I mean?
But it was back to work for him Monday morning. Poor guy. I know how run down he is feeling. We both lost our voices. They are coming back gradually.
Katie, our teen, quarantined herself to her room the entire time we were home sick. Can't say as I blame her for her paranoia. She missed a lot of school this past February from a surgery she had to have. That really set her back. Made it hard for her to catch up in school.
My husband Jake and I were thinking and talking about the fact that we had never been sick together before. Not in 21 years.
Usually one or all of the kids would fall sick first. Then as they would start to feel better, my husband would fall sick. And when he falls sick, he always,always falls hard.
I on the other hand rarely get sick. I honestly believe in my heart of hearts that God made mom's special that way. And even when I have felt sick in the past, I have almost always managed to work through it. I didn't always have much of a choice. My husband is gone most of the month so no matter how I would feel I would have to take care of the children.
Then there were those times when I would nurse the children back to health only to have to turn around and nurse my husband back to health.
The kids would be back off to school, my husband would be back over the road and than BAM, I would get sick and be all by myself. Now that can be depressing!
But that's what good mom's and wife's go through, right? Fortunately as I said before, I have been for the most part, immune to falling ill from my families various bugs through the years.
But this time My husband Jake and I shared. We always share. We share food, desserts and even clothes. Well he has shared his with me. Mine would never fit him and he would look rather silly as I prefer flowered prints above anything else. But he on the other hand, has put his big size 11 socks on my feet when they've been cold. He has given me his big tee shirts to put on when I was too lazy and hot to go upstairs to change. And he has given me his cozy flannel shirts when I have felt a chill. We have shared secrets. Money. Jokes. And each other.
Yes we have shared many things over the years but this was the first time we shared a bug. The worst part about sharing a bug together is that neither one of you feels like doing anything. And unfortunately, I let the maid go several years ago as she just wasn't fulfilling my expectations!
We managed through it all to take care of each other. This was a nice change for me as I am usually alone when sick and my husband was really great. I know he felt as bad as I did but he still managed to do most of the little chores. He walked the dogs, most of the time, until Katie came home. I still managed to cook as much as I could. I kept craving soup but all we had was canned.
We had nothing in the house to make soup with and neither one of us wanted to go to the store. Four more months and Katie will have her license. That will come in handy.
We each had our own antibiotics and inhalers but we shared the nebulizer! Well not at the same time but you know what I mean!
Being that sick is really awful. You must know of that helpless feeling that I am talking about. It seems as though nothing makes you feel better and the time just seems to creep by. We would try to sleep but sleep was hard to come by. All we could do is stare into each others bloodshot eyes, knowingly as the clock ticked by.
So here we are exactly one week and two days later and we still aren't back to our old rootin' tootin' selves! But we are trying. We are working on it. Three boxes of tissues and four cases of water later, we are starting to feel better. Together.