I have been miserably sick for two days now. I was achy, sore throat, headache, exhausted sick for 2 weeks before that. I knew it was coming. I tried to ignore it. I even pretended to give in to it last weekend and napped my way through the kids nap times in an attempt to ward it off. But it slammed me anyway.
I'm grumpy. I'm lazy. I just want to go lie in bed, wad up my pillow under my head and hide for a few days until the antibiotics finally wipe it out. I want to breathe clearly, and not have my ears popping all day long. I want my head to stop pounding, and if I could just swallow without cringing, that would be a plus.
But stay-at-home Moms don't get days off. Instead, I'm baiting my dear children -- one of whom is also sick on antibiotics (ear infection) - with endless episodes of Dora and Scooby Doo. Today, I cried, "Scooby-Dooooo!! I LOVE yooouuuuu!!" after I got a full hour and a half to just lay on the couch.
I feel better, and yet worse. I have a mud run on Saturday, and I'm nervous. Seems like the week or so before every race, something comes up. I had serious stomach issues before the last mud run, then weeks of training just fine, until this week when I get hit with this. This is an actual sinus infection -- I'm on serious antibiotics, and could only eat in between gargles of hot salt water because my throat was so sore. But once again, I'm going into a race with only 2 runs over the whole last week.
So what is this post about? Me whining about being sick. I'm really bad at it. Bad at the being sick part. I'm obviously brilliant at the whining.
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