Holidays in the middle of the week are so weird, am I right? I'm typing this paragraph on Christmas morning, trying to stay alive and upright thanks to this crud I caught, and I have no clue what day it even is. I had visions of getting so much running and stuff done over the break and now I may be lucky if I can get out of bed and shower. Oddly enough, I have been able to sleep thus far. Let's hope that this trend keeps going.
Little red had an amazing Christmas thanks to my hubby. The presents I ordered him got hung up and limbo and I pray we get them period at some point, please, please, please. Every year I say that I am going to get everything up and going and ready earlier and every year I fail. Maybe next year?? Just glad we got the tree up a few days before Christmas and while it's just lights this year, I am going to enjoy it for a few weeks before we haul it to be recycled for wood chips in the park down the street.
As the week went on it was apparent that the crud I had was not good. I went to my doctor Friday and got swabbed for Flu and Covid (even though my Covid home test was negative). I was positive for Flu A and was told OTC cough meds, decongestants, and fever reducers were my best bet. They also gave us some Tamiflu for the whole family, but I didn't take it because technically I was out of the window of it working, and the family wanted to hold it for if they got sick. As of typing this on Sunday, so far knock on a huge piece of wood, I'm the only one still sick. I've never had fevers this high in my life and it zapped me for everything I was worth. Again, for several days I had no issues sleeping and then bam, no sleeping, all coughing and snot. Plus, the congestion also set up camp in my sinuses which really didn't allow me to breath. I can do a lot of things but live on no sleep is not one of those things, so the next night, my hubby brought my hammock chair upstairs to the bedroom to see if that would help me sleep since I was sleeping sitting up in the bed. He also was very gracious in keeping the dogs downstairs so that maybe I could sleep better without them coming and going and being idiots.
For the first few days of me being sick, when I was so incapacitated and could only be in the bed or on the couch, they were so good. They would lay in my lap and both girls had to be touching me. I thought oh, how sweet. Then they got sick of me not being active and all bets were off.
I was very lucky that towards the end of the week, the weather was much better and actually pretty mild and I was able to spend a lot of time wrapped up in my hammock chair enjoying some vitamin D. To be continued?