Criminitly! I missed IWSG last week. I missed a lot of things last week. Work. Sleep. Sanity.
It started the week of Thanksgiving. I got a sore throat, cough… you know, the usual stuff that comes with a cold. Things improved, and then on came the fevers. Shivering. Sweating. Freezing. Burning. I spent a few miserable days in bed, and it migrated to my daughter. She got the fever, and after three days of that, she was better. I thought, hey, I’m in the clear! Twenty-four hours of fever free, that means everyone’s good to go back to school and work.
Then Saturday arrived. Around dinner time, my son was sluggish and starting to burn up. I mean, really hot. The thermometer registered at 104.8. Cue parent freak-out. After dosing him with fever-reducing medicine, I kept a watchful eye, checking his temperature every half-hour to make sure he was okay. Sunday, we stayed in. Monday, he missed school. Tuesday, I noticed a rash.
The pediatrician gave me the diagnosis–strep throat and scarlet fever.
Now, let’s back up to Saturday again. My husband was making me tea because my throat was sore and I was coughing still. Due to an unfortunate distraction, the boiling water didn’t make it into the cup, and instead, got him. Fingers, knuckles, and the backside of his hand–BURNED. It was a hard night Saturday, with him resting his hand in cold water and bathing it with ice.
Weakened as the flesh was, it couldn’t defend itself against the tiny nick of my son’s fingernail Sunday night. What should’ve been a scratch turned into a flesh-eating bacterial infection of disgusting proportions.
So by Wednesday, most everyone was on antibiotics to fight off this raging case of strep in both throats and fingers.
Now let’s add in the flu. While I was home tending to the kids, after fighting my own battle with strep and a cold, my immune system was compromised, and I got the flu. It’s killed any and all writing productivity. It’s also killed my exercise and healthy eating habits too. That and a messed up wrist which prevents me from stably lifting weights and also means I can’t do push-ups. And it sucks trying to even carry pots from the stove to the sink. The most I’ve been able to do creatively is a bit of drawing.
I hope you’ve had a much healthier and far less stressful four weeks than I have. I’m making the rounds to visit everyone, and this time, I think I can actually do it, unlike my previous promise to do so.
How have you been? Got any recommendations for HIIT that doesn’t include using your wrist? Are you ready for this year to be over?