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The beast has been vanquished! At least mostly. The last half of the week has definitely been better than the first.
I woke up Thurs morning with this overwhelming desire to clean my house.
Noooo, the fever had not escalated. I was actually feeling MUCH better. I washed dishes and clothes and tidied like a mad woman. DD4 kept telling me not to over do because even though I didn't feel tired it would come back to bite me on Friday if I wasn't careful. She was speaking from the experience of paying on Thurs for her own bit of energy on Wed. Fortunately she was only partly right.
Friday was a bit of a slowed down day but not a major setback. I managed to go into town to pay a bill and pick up a few groceries and ... that was it. Done for the day. But at least I got a little done before I collapsed.
Today I managed to make it to the program rehearsal at church. It was easy for me since all I do is sit and listen. Seriously, I am the official listener. I have the best job in the church! And because the program is tomorrow, this served as our sound check so we only have one song to go over at 8:45 tomorrow morning. Sweet!
The rest of the day was a serious do-nothing day. Well, except for the usual hack and blow and sound like a frog stuff, but, hey, it's still better than the laryngitis I've had all week. Anyway, the flu is on its way out of town and not a moment too soon, either.
Many thanks to all those who have been praying for us. God is answering. I just LOVE when He does that!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The Warmed Over Mack Truck Cat
Run over by a Mack truck
Death warmed over
Something the cat dragged in
These are all expressions that my grandmother would use when describing how she felt when ill. You can pick any one of them or, shoot, go ahead and pick two, and you would have a pretty good idea of what the flu is doing to me.
These are the highlights of my week.
SUNDAY
Woke up with a sore throat and took my usual arsenal to combat viruses. The same stuff that NORMALLY would have kicked any germs to the curb and allowed me to continue my life. Two hours later I was worse instead of better and proceeded to spend the better part of the day sacked out sawing Z's.
MONDAY
Took a pain inventory and found that the list of what didn't hurt was shorter than what did: my fingernails, toenails and one small spot in the center of my right eyebrow. (Now, I can exaggerate with the best of them, I am a Southern girl after all, but this time, I wish.) Pushed fluids, expanded my arsenal and moved very little- except to the couch, my new bed. Beloved has work for the rest of the month- PRAISE THE LORD!!- so I REALLY don't want him to get this. (That sounds rather mercenary, huh? Not what I meant- I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy or his mean ole dog and especially not on Beloved!)
TUESDAY
Headline news for the day:
HIDDEN JEWEL TAKES A BATH AND WASHES DIRTY HAIR!
Yes, folks, you heard it here first! A feat of amazing skill and derring-do! One not to be repeated in the immediate future I assure you since it took almost all day to accomplish and the rest of the day to recuperate from.
WEDNESDAY
Ahh! Today has a list of accomplishments.
1) I got dressed. OK, it was after noon and only lasted about 2 hours, but still.
2) During that amazing window of opportunity I went to the bank- a half hour round trip.
3) When I returned home I collapsed in Beloved's recliner (where I had moved to at four this morning in an attempt to staunch the painful coughing) and managed to get a little nap.
Only problem is, I'm not used to sleeping sitting up or even reclining. so every time I would fall asleep my jaw would drop open and wake me up. Sheesh.
Lest you think that I'm just on a major whine here, let me tell you a little of what God has been doing.
Beloved has NOT gotten sick, even though he has been most attentive to his ickly, sickly wife and daughter. Oh, YES, DD4 came down with the SAME thing on Saturday. She keeps telling everyone that I taught her to share. Humph. I MEANT chocolate, silly.
Anyway, given that she had a day's head start and is almost 30 years younger, her recovery time has been swifter and some of her symptoms have been a little lighter. She has been a dear in ministering to her old mom, nagging, I mean reminding me to drink and take my supplements. She's also had more energy so she's been on Germ Patrol wiping out the enemy from wherever she thinks it may be lurking.
A dear friend went to the store for us on Monday and picked up some essential sick food, a cute card, and lovely flowers. Then she sent supper on Tuesday night. What a dear heart! She does have competition though. Two other friends contacted us and offered to make a store run. Even though their schedules were jam packed and one of them was recovering from illness as well. A third friend, whom we shall call the Grape Juice Bunny, left a jug of juice by our front door. And my precious medical friend took time out of her very busy schedule to answer my questions and offer advice that could speed up our healing.
Above all I have been covered in prayer by our precious friends and church family, many of whom are fighting similar bugs themselves.
So, in spite of feeling like a warmed over, dragged in cat that has been run over by a Mack truck, I am also feeling immensely loved and cared for.
Only God could do that.
Death warmed over
Something the cat dragged in
These are all expressions that my grandmother would use when describing how she felt when ill. You can pick any one of them or, shoot, go ahead and pick two, and you would have a pretty good idea of what the flu is doing to me.
These are the highlights of my week.
SUNDAY
Woke up with a sore throat and took my usual arsenal to combat viruses. The same stuff that NORMALLY would have kicked any germs to the curb and allowed me to continue my life. Two hours later I was worse instead of better and proceeded to spend the better part of the day sacked out sawing Z's.
MONDAY
Took a pain inventory and found that the list of what didn't hurt was shorter than what did: my fingernails, toenails and one small spot in the center of my right eyebrow. (Now, I can exaggerate with the best of them, I am a Southern girl after all, but this time, I wish.) Pushed fluids, expanded my arsenal and moved very little- except to the couch, my new bed. Beloved has work for the rest of the month- PRAISE THE LORD!!- so I REALLY don't want him to get this. (That sounds rather mercenary, huh? Not what I meant- I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy or his mean ole dog and especially not on Beloved!)
TUESDAY
Headline news for the day:
HIDDEN JEWEL TAKES A BATH AND WASHES DIRTY HAIR!
Yes, folks, you heard it here first! A feat of amazing skill and derring-do! One not to be repeated in the immediate future I assure you since it took almost all day to accomplish and the rest of the day to recuperate from.
WEDNESDAY
Ahh! Today has a list of accomplishments.
1) I got dressed. OK, it was after noon and only lasted about 2 hours, but still.
2) During that amazing window of opportunity I went to the bank- a half hour round trip.
3) When I returned home I collapsed in Beloved's recliner (where I had moved to at four this morning in an attempt to staunch the painful coughing) and managed to get a little nap.
Only problem is, I'm not used to sleeping sitting up or even reclining. so every time I would fall asleep my jaw would drop open and wake me up. Sheesh.
Lest you think that I'm just on a major whine here, let me tell you a little of what God has been doing.
Beloved has NOT gotten sick, even though he has been most attentive to his ickly, sickly wife and daughter. Oh, YES, DD4 came down with the SAME thing on Saturday. She keeps telling everyone that I taught her to share. Humph. I MEANT chocolate, silly.
Anyway, given that she had a day's head start and is almost 30 years younger, her recovery time has been swifter and some of her symptoms have been a little lighter. She has been a dear in ministering to her old mom, nagging, I mean reminding me to drink and take my supplements. She's also had more energy so she's been on Germ Patrol wiping out the enemy from wherever she thinks it may be lurking.
A dear friend went to the store for us on Monday and picked up some essential sick food, a cute card, and lovely flowers. Then she sent supper on Tuesday night. What a dear heart! She does have competition though. Two other friends contacted us and offered to make a store run. Even though their schedules were jam packed and one of them was recovering from illness as well. A third friend, whom we shall call the Grape Juice Bunny, left a jug of juice by our front door. And my precious medical friend took time out of her very busy schedule to answer my questions and offer advice that could speed up our healing.
Above all I have been covered in prayer by our precious friends and church family, many of whom are fighting similar bugs themselves.
So, in spite of feeling like a warmed over, dragged in cat that has been run over by a Mack truck, I am also feeling immensely loved and cared for.
Only God could do that.
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