Of Reasons, Excuses, and Illnesses by Konnie Enos

 

I have not posted in a month. Actually, over a month. My last post was September 3^rd.

I was supposed to do the post on September 17^th but woke up sick. (You should have heard me, I was all congested.) Bonnie, had a migraine, so neither one of us was able to get a post up. She managed her post on the September 24^th, but last week, when I should have done the post, I simply could not do it. I tried to write something the night before but wasn’t getting anywhere so I finally went to bed. I woke up with a major headache, still had a sleeping muse, and it was too late to get it up on time anyway. I had, however, warned Bonnie and she got something up this time.

Well, since she did the post for me, I figured I’d have to do the post for her. And I felt better the next day, so assumed I’d be able to figure something out.

Then Friday morning I woke up feeling somewhat queasy but not enough so to worry me. So, about an hour later, I was not in the least bit prepared to suddenly be seized by a gagging, and coughing, fit. As hard as I was coughing, I could not move to the bathroom nor call for help.

Quite fortunately for me, my daughter heard me coughing. However, she assumed all that coughing was from an asthma attack. Which was a valid assumption since I do cough like that when I’m having an attack.

I managed to gasp out just enough to tell her this attack wasn’t because of my lungs, but my stomach.

Needless to say, a bowl did not arrive quick enough.

My bedding, my clothes, and I all needed washed. Fortunately, I only had to deal with the last one. My dear husband managed the rest.  

Saturday I thought I was doing fine again. Sunday and Monday were not fine. I’m withholding any further judgement until I’ve been fine for more than two days.

Now my husband and son are both mentioning symptoms. Thankfully, I’m the only one who mad a mess. (So far, anyway. For the moment none of them have been sick enough to lose it.)

And just to make things even harder, my daughter is experiencing a fibromyalgia flair, and her period, which always gives her migraines.

My house has all but come to a standstill.

My daughter managed her normal Friday and Saturday shopping trips, but wasn’t able to find everything, so a third trip is in order, and she does not have the energy for it. Neither do I.

And it’s still not stuff we can generally find at our two normal stores so we’re going to have to try for all three stores this coming weekend. Thankfully, by Friday she should be over her period (and headaches). If her flair is over and she doesn’t get this bug, we should be good.

And seriously, the only time anyone has left the house since Friday was for doctor’s appointments. (This last weekend was General Conference, so all our church meetings were online.)

And with everyone not feeling well, cooking has been minimal, and the only chores getting done are the ones that simply cannot be put off. (Like feeding the fur family members and doing the dishes. I think towels got washed too.)

By Sunday, I thought things were doing better until I realized I had a doctor’s appointment Monday morning, and I could not guarantee I’d be back before my husband had to go to his appointment that morning. Since our daughter (the only other licensed driver) wasn’t up to chauffeuring us, I did the most logical thing. I called Paratransit. When I got home it was after my husband’s appointment time, but he was still home.

His provider called in sick and had to reschedule, but after I’d left for my appointment. Which annoyed me because riding on the bus tripled my neck pain to the point I could not turn my head at all. On top of still feeling a bit sick (no, not losing it), it didn’t help.

Then Tuesday, Bonnie told me she could not come up with another post this week.

Fair. I already knew I should do it under the circumstances.

Problem.

My muse is still not cooperating. Probably because I have a headache and my neck still hurts, though not as bad as on Monday.

So, now I’ve listed all my excuses for not writing and it’s just going to have to suffice for a post this week, because I’m not fighting it anymore.

Hopefully, I’ll feel better next week.

Oh, one special little girl turns 4 Saturday and I’m sad I can’t be with her to celebrate.

Smile. Make the day a brighter day.