So Lucia was sick for five days. Five days of fever and crying. The last two days she had this awful hoarse little voice from all the screaming. I took her to the pediatrician and found out…. she had a virus.
And then I was too overwhelmed with recovering from holding her for five days nonstop.
And then… everyone else started to get sick. Since Friday Dom and I have been like the walking dead. All I want to do it curl up in bed all day with a book. But the kids won’t let that happen.
And today Mass didn’t happen. Of course. But I decided last night that the finger which just wouldn’t heal was probably infected and that’s why it still hurt too much to use it. So I went to urgent care this morning instead of church and got an antibiotic. And I had to wear one of those annoying masks because of the cough and sniffles, but then I found I couldn’t breathe with the mask on. Seriously I thought I was going to pass out. The waiting room was kind of warm anyway and the mask was making my glasses fog up so I couldn’t see and I wasn’t getting enough oxygen. Hello, I’m an asthmatic with congestion in my lungs, anything that hampers my breathing isn’t welcome at all.
So I’m sitting here and my finger is throbbing and so are my sinuses, even though I just used my Netti Pot half an hour ago. And my chest is tight and my glands are swollen and I just want to go to sleep.
I probably shouldn’t be blogging if all I can do is complain. But really I’ve read and I’ve read and I’ve read and now I just need to write something. Anything. And this is all I can think of.