I hate winter. I don't use that word much....I just really, really hate it. Mostly because of the endless sickness it seems to cause. Most of the winter Rachel was sick every couple of weeks. Now it's my turn.
Somehow I managed to dodge most of her colds and so forth this winter, but not this time. I'm on day six of this junk...and day four of having a fever. Every time I think the fever is gone, it comes back later in the day and I start shivering again with a pounding headache. Ugh. And being sick when you're also seven months pregnant is even more miserable than normal! Not only is there not much I can take or much that anyone can do to help me, but there's no snuggling down for a nice long nap or anything, because just finding a comfortable position to lay in is becoming increasingly more difficult. And even if I do find one, it isn't long before I have to get up to go to the bathroom, and the comfortable position is lost. And then there's the problem of coughing up both lungs....combine all of these things and you've got an equation which makes it nearly impossible to get any sleep. I'm going to the doctor this afternoon, but I'm not very hopeful that they can do anything for me.
Sorry to whine. I'm just really, really, really tired of this. And it's my blog and I can whine if I want to....
And the worst part? The weather is finally warm this week and I can't even get out and enjoy it.
Okay, that's enough whining. Next time I promise I'll have something more positive to say. Promise.
1 comment:
I'm so sorry, hang in there! I hate the sickness part of winter, too! Just about an hour ago, I discovered that David has another fever - it's only been a week since he got rid of the last one. That boy catches every commuicable (sp?) disease there is, and sometimes he shares and sometimes he doesn't. And I'm sick of it! Pun intended!
Praying you're feeling better by tonight and able to get better rest.
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