Thursday, April 26, 2012

Knocked Down

Back in February, I had my annual head cold.  This year it was thankfully not as bad as previous years where codeine and antibiotics were necessary.  No, just a steady stream of Alka-Seltzer Plus seemed to keep it all at bay.  Other than that, I haven't been immobilized by sickness during Grace's life.

I came close this week.

I still don't know what I have, but I'm hopeful by feeling significantly better this morning that the worst is behind me.

It started on Monday after lunch.  I had worked out in the yard for her nap time and had not eaten a whole lot (yay dieting!).  I initially thought that my nausea and headache and body aches were a combination of too much sun and not enough to eat.

So of course I made myself a nice lunch, ate it, and then felt worse.  Drank some water.  Still not feeling good.  Went out for errands.  By the time we got to the library, I felt I shouldn't even be driving a car.

It wasn't painful.  I was just inexplicably exhausted, dizzy and lightheaded, nauseous, and weak.  (Nope, not pregnant.)

The rest of the day swung from feeling a bit better to feeling much worse.  1 step forward, 2 steps back.  Dave had to come home and hold down the fort after I felt like it just wasn't safe for Grace to be alone with a mom on the verge of throwing up or passing out.  Or both.

It scared me.  With my February head cold, I was at least functional.  Pleasant?  Hardly.  But functional.  This one... I was afraid to drive.  I was afraid to hold her.  I spent Tuesday and yesterday alternating again between feeling a bit better and then lying down on the ground to watch her play because I simply didn't have the energy to do anything else.

Today my head is still a bit muddy and my tummy still a bit weird, but I had a real breakfast this morning.  2 eggs and a bit of oatmeal.  This breakfast yesterday would have had me running to the bathroom.  Can't even consider coffee.

She's down for a solid nap, after which we will head out on the town to do botanical shopping.

Makes you wonder... when you are 1000 miles away from family, what do you do when Mom is sick?

You have that conversation with your significant other, and he reminds you that he has your back.  And that feels great.  I'm a lucky gal.

Now off to prep for our time out!