The Swine (oops, I mean, H1N1 my apologies to pigs) Flu made its second visit to our household this week. This time it was Jack and me. I don't want to make light of what can be a deadly illness, but for us, it was kind of a dud. Fever, headaches and a little upset stomach was what it gave us for almost 5 days.
One night Jack did manage to scare me when his fever reached 104.5! That was not a happy place to be. He had full doses of ibuprofen and Tylenol and it was still raging. I put him in a tepid bath and he cried because he said it was cold. That fever wouldn't budge. Of course, I am all over the internet Goggling high fever, wanting to know when to push the panic button. Every site I went to said that 104 was very high, but 106 was dangerous and could cause brain damage. Well, we are talking about a degree and a half here people! A degree and a half separates "Oh don't worry, it's just his body's way of fighting off a very nasty bug." and "Call 911, he's going to be a vegetable." Oh yeah, and what if my thermometer is off and it was actually higher?
So, as I often do, I gave the Universe and ultimatum. I said that I would give it one more hour and if that fever did not break, I was taking him to the E.R. Well, this time the Universe backed down and so did his fever.
For the next three days, it hovered around 100 degrees - same for me. Jack acted like he felt fine. He just got to stay in his jammies and watch T.V. all day - same for me. Gary and Karen really stepped in to pick up the slack.
Now I wouldn't wish illness on anyone. But this Swine Flu had a couple of enjoyable side effects. It forced me to slow down. I didn't feel stressed about how much was not getting done, because I physically couldn't do it. Guilt free down time - NICE! Plus there is nothing like not being able to do something that makes me really want to do it. For example, I always want to start a new running program when I have blown out my knee. I was almost annoyed that I couldn't work on de-cluttering my house, preparing for our move. I was just too tired and running a fever, after all.
Second, I had my "baby" back. Jack is becoming so independent, but when he was sick he just wanted Mommy. He snuggled with me and slept with me and watched TV with me in the quarantined "sick room." It seems like it has been so long since I have been a needed and wanted Mommy. I ate it up.
Jack enjoyed his week of unlimited T.V. and video games, but he started to get bored today. I guess we are both ready to join the living again.
So I missed Favorite Photo Friday last week. I said that I had a technical difficulty which was not untrue. The problem - I thought I knew what I wanted to write about, but when the time came I just couldn't do it. The post was going to be titled "An Attitude of Gratitude" and it was going to be all about fighting my depression by being thankful and grateful for a day of blessings. I learned this technique many years ago while reading the book Simple Abundance. Oprah recommended it you know! And it really works. It gives you a different perspective on your life.
But Internet, I just couldn't write that post. I can't lie to you Internet (except about my weight. I'll always lie about my weight. And probably my age.... but nothing more. I swear!) I was just in an awful mood and I couldn't muster the "HAPPY! HAPPY! JOY! JOY!" that I needed to have for that post. I was all gloom, doom and everything sucks and my-best-friend-is having-a-great-time-in-Texas-while-I-am-home-taking-care-of-her-kids-and-she-totally-deserves-this-break-with-her-husband-and-I-am-so-glad-that-I-could-help-it-happen-but-I-would-much-rather-be-WITH-her-in-Texas-than-here-with-6-boys-but-just-as-well-that-I-didn't-go-because-I-probably-would-not-have-come-back-and-that-would-be-worser (yes, "worser" is a word in the Hudson household)-because-that-would-mean-that-I-chose-Texas-over-my-current-life-and-oh-yeah-I-hate-Texas.
So I took Thumper's dad's advice "If you can't say (write) anything nice. (sigh) Don't say nothing at all."