Hanging in there

Faithful readers . . . I have to apologize . . . I came down sick this weekend. Started with a tickle in the throat which got worse. And, of course, it landed during an "endurance" weekend. A wonderful ladies' retreat that I did not want to miss, an important baby shower, and an important wedding - all on the same day. I made all my events, but I knew deep down that I was going to have a sick day. My motto on Saturday, I've got to make it through today . . . tomorrow I can be as sick as I want . . . Fatal last words.

I made it through the lovely wedding and reception but when we left, I was exhausted on the ride home. I woke up to every part of my respiratory system inflamed and angry. And, of course, on a Sunday, you go to the Minor Emergency Center and wait . . . We left home around 10, I saw the doctor at 12:30, turned in the prescription around 1:15, bought the necessary Kleenex, orange juice, Afrin, Ocean Spray, grabbed lunch, went back for the prescriptions, went through the drive through a second time as they had missed one of the prescriptions . . . got home around 2:30.

I took all my meds and crashed.

Yesterday was pretty much a write off. Today is better, but I'm still far below par. The antibiotic is very strong, so it may not be until after I'm off the antibiotic that I truly feel "good" again.


I don't know about you . . . but I absolutely hate being sick. It feels like such a waste of precious time - you can't be productive - and part of me (yes, a silly part) equates productivity with self worth. So . . . when unproductive due to illness, I get a double whammy - physically and mentally.

However, there is one up side to being ill. I know that the day will come when I will feel better. And you really appreciate feeling good after feeling so miserable. I'm looking forward to that day!