Last Saturday I woke up with a sore throat.
Saturday evening I stayed at home instead of going out (childfree) with friends because I thought I should rest.
Sunday afternoon I also stayed home instead of going out (non-childfree this time) because I thought I should rest as I still wasn’t feeling so well.
Monday morning I woke up and felt even worse so I stayed home from work. I spent most of the day in bed, or watching television but went to bed that night with an awful headache. So awful that I couldn’t even watch Desperate Housewives.
Tuesday morning I felt even worse so I went to the doctor who charged me $53 to tell me that I have a virus and a salt water gargle should help. I really only went to get a sick certificate because I knew I would have three or more days off from work and that’s what work requires for that amount of sick leave. Ok, so $53 for a sick certificate. At least it wasn’t the swine flu – because that was going through my head also.
Tuesday evening a lovely friend dropped some Panadeine Forte around because the paracetamol just weren’t doing the trick for the headache. In the meantime my appetite had disappeared and what I did eat I threw back up a couple of times – and no I’m not pregnant.
Wednesday mid-morning the headache finally left me and I started to feel marginally better but the fuzzy head remained.
During those three days I’m very glad that JJ was at school because otherwise he would have been occupied with his Playstation and DVDs for most of that time. It was all I could do to throw some lunch together and heat up some slow cooker leftovers I have in the freezer. On the Tuesday when I did wash some dishes I felt shaky and hot afterwards.
I could do some basic things like sprawl on the couch while he did his daily reading – so long as I could lie down it was half bearable. Luckily, apart from some meal preparation, he can be fairly self-sufficient these days because it’s hard work to look after a kid when you’re sick and need looking after yourself. I wanted someone to come in and just let me sit there while they did the running around. These are the times that I really miss not having that someone. There are other times also, but this is just one of those times.
Last year over Easter I woke up one morning and couldn’t stop vomiting and felt a lot worse than I did this week. About 10am (this is on the Good Friday) I knew that even preparing food for JJ would be a problem for me so I rang up a friend and she ended up having him for two nights. Bless her heart.
Today is my first day back at work for the week, and also my last day of work for the week and I have a LOT of work to do. I feel a bit guilty for not being there much this week but realise I couldn’t have functioned at work if I had gone in and Friday’s are my day off my paid job and I deserve that.
I don’t get sick like this very often and knowing that there is light at the end of tunnel makes it somewhat bearable. At least I’m not suffering from some terminal disease. I couldn’t imagine being sick all the time. I don’t want to even think about it because it makes me hope like hell nothing like that ever happens while JJ is dependent on me. Moving on then.
So, how do you cope when you’re feeling sick. You might be kidless, you might not. What’s your tips and tricks for getting through a nasty virus that knocks you out of action for a few days. Do you have any support? Does a friend come round with a casserole (this is something I could start doing for friends when they’re ill – must remember that).