I did have the migraine under control, it isn’t my worst sort, but sickening when it is ramming itself into whatever I am doing, not able to ignore it at all. So in other words, Excedrin helped me during part of the day, but now it’s the middle of the night (Wednesday 4:30 am) and I am still awake after Baby Q woke me up at 3am to eat, and feeling so very, very ill. And I can smell that turkey stock simmering. Ugh.
Go figure, the last post I wrote yesterday, I felt much better. My throat felt better. Big deal it was! Really. But by the time it was nearing bedtime I was aware of the truth. I was only going downhill. I have a cold. I am now miserable. Bad night, awoke with the clock by the other side of the bed showing: 10:07am; :veryshocked:
I stumbled downstairs and there were all three children, watching Roly Poly Oly (disney childrens animated show – cute stuff.) And Russell was just helping himself to a cup of coffee :rolleyes:
“Where’s your Daddy?” I managed to push out through my very cloggy voice box.
“Oh, at church!” they all replied in unison.
Then they swarmed around me and into the kitchen all yapping at the same time saying different things though. It was caos! They were only telling me that their Daddy had left one more toaster tart and one icing packet for me. They apparently were charged with telling me that when I arose. OK. Sugary tart for breakfast, feeling bad, icky cold symptoms. No thank you!
I usually don’t buy such things. Frank does sometimes. He does it to help make things easy. Good intentions, the children love it, I like it sort of, the product, but inside know it’s junk and wouldn’t buy it myself, and … blah, blah, blah I could go on, but won’t. 
I was just surprised at how late it was when I awoke, and that my husband left and went to church leaving the children all there. If charged properly it can work, our eldest is 9, but it’s not always a kosher thing to do. All in all, Frank must have just left when I awoke. It’s probably what awoke me. But when I made my way down it was obvious that he was totally gone, and the children wouldn’t be able to say exactly when he left, or estimate it very well. We had talked the night before and he was going to take one or two of them with him, but must have chickened out when the time arrived, and I was still abed. Yes, better to leave them all then to leave only Asa with me still asleep. But that’s an ethereal situation, not what happened. Activities of a higher nature, getting the other two ready, would have awoken me anyhow. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Well this Cold-virus is not a fun thing. I avoided the ickies for so long, only to finally have it come slamming down on me right when Frank is poised to go on a week long trip for work. Ugh, ick, yuck. That’s how it often is with me, it toys with me and I guess I get my army defending well at first, then I start to feel sick, then better, the army is defending well. That then brings another rebel-army to the door, and my army defends again, and again. Then a new marauding army comes to town and barges in and flattens my army posted at the gate. It gets in. Full Body War begins.
It’s probably just a mutation-ish thing, these dumb viruses hit the children, they’ve never had them before, and the virus does it job. The whole time it’s looking at me and saying “I’ve seen you before” and somehow changes itself to become a worthy virus for me or beckons another passing virus to join in the cause. Thanks a lot.
It was cool last week … well, let’s see, the week that was the last one in May. My time is messed up a bit, we’ve been HOT and sick and generally those two aren’t so good together, if you know what I mean.
Temps in the house have been 85 degrees F. or higher at the worst, close to 90 degrees F. often enough. That’s too hot for me. To make it worse though, it’s heavy heat, you know, the sort with too much water in it, otherwise know as “humid air”. It’s not just that though, it’s the lack of breeze, the dead air.
The month of May was nice. It wasn’t too hot, and the hotter days did have breezes. We have fans in some windows and everything was great in May.
Enter June. June, she be nasty. So we sweat and suffer. I don’t mind it as much if I don’t HAVE to do much for anyone else. This is the sort of weather we had last year when my relatives came by and I just couldn’t function and be myself. So I zombied my hosting and crashed otherwise, and it was also “mental recovery from miscarriage” then too. I look back a year ago, with this heat and don’t know how I survived then. Anyhow, this heat isn’t the bad thing. It’s just that it is here. We live with it. We need a few more box fans, and some replacement screens for our windows that don’t have screens anymore, but there isn’t anywhere to ‘just pick them up’ or even ‘just get them shipped to us’ — they seem to not exist in the marketplace.
So I was really sick last week, and had allergies and such. The children all seemed to suffer with something too, allergy like. Yesterday Frank began getting “sick” and had to fly somewhere today just for the day, and is on his way home now, but sicker he says, over the phone. For me it started Memorial Day (Monday the holiday) evening. We had a picnic with our church families. I got a headache near the end, a whole head headache, which is odd for me, I get “migraines”, that sort of headache is partial parts of one side or a whole side, but never a band around nor whole head … so I knew something was up. Before we got home I was in deep pain, my head was cloudy and I was urgently needing my home bathroom :-0 It “could” have been the alchohol that I had drunk, but I doubt it, I wasn’t “drunk” or even a bit “tipsy” from any of it, it was just three or four beers over the coarse of the day. So I was really sick that night, and had a miserable hardly any sleep night, rushing into the bathroom and then just staying there for a long time. The next day I was weak and felt so much better, but continued to feel nauseated and not hungry at all, the headache was gone, but then a migraine set in later.
Figures. I didn’t have a “hangover” either. I’ve gotten sick from ‘drinking’ only twice … and it was from hard liquor, never beer. I mean, drinking a lot and getting drunk and THEN being sick … what I had wasn’t that this time. I don’t overdrink since the last time I did, oh, 10 years ago, and when I did, it was only after I was married and only a handful of times. I do believe in moderation of drink. What I did before was silly young married person stuff. OK, so now, beer stretched out throughout a day, should make me so ill. But if it was alchohol related it would have produced a bit of “hangover” at least, seeing as I was so sick that night. But it wasn’t sick like when I got drunk sick, it was very different. It was “virus-like” absolutely.
The kicker is that the next day I did feel much better, so much, but I still felt ill in my guts and tummy a bit. My migraine took over for a day and a half then it went away and I was left with allergy symptoms runny nose, itchy watery eyes, and a stuffy ear and sore throat. I took Claratin and then decided after a couple of days that I was even worse, so stopped taking that and it seemed to clear up my throat and my eyes and stuff weren’t so bad as before. But my throat then got worse, the whole thing got raw and sore and I had to get Cloraseptic spray to eat anything. I didn’t feel at all like eating though. This whole thing drug out all last week and over the weekend. I felt tired and just falling apart. My guts kept bugging me and well, it wasn’t fun. It wasn’t that bad, only I felt constantly nauseated, as if I was pregnant, but I wasn’t, I’m sure.
I had my first hunger pains in over a week yesterday evening. Then today this afternoon those unfamiliar pangs hit me again suddenly. I had gotten so used to not wanting to think about food, it was weird. I also had super-bad heartburn that whole time last week through the weekend. Just the other day it seemed to lighten up a bit, and has gotten better ever since so that today I only took one TUMS, which is quite a few less than I had been taking.
So I’m the only one that got so very sick. The children have been stuffed up sounding off and on. That’s all. But Frank, he’s been sounding funny and yesterday said he was weak and felt horrible. He had to go on the plane today though, and seems to be having a rough time. Typically, if there’s a virus going around, I’ll get it first or last. So this time, I got it first. His symptoms are very similar to mine, just the timing of it is different. I think my body did a zoom-zoom-zoom with the virus when the aventageous picnic environement surfaced, drinking a bit more than I normally would on a given day, and having a virus trying to get a toe-hold, well, it’s an engraved invitation then. I couldn’t have known.
So when we are dragging, not as much gets done as is wished. Sometime we’ll get more fans and screen doors and get the stuff more out-of-the-way organized for better tolerance of Summer Weather (clutter and heat are just so bad together, aren’t they?)
I’m glad to not feel so ill and food-hating, but I’m not happy to have to pick up and try to move with my still not quite up-to-par self and do stuff to make food in this heat. I have to stop typing. Some mosquito seems to have found her way into the house and is biting me, urgh! Outside it’s the ants. At least they are on the ground, can’t fly up and bite your hands and wrists as you type in the dark. They just bite your toes and feet and well, that’s more tolerable, though it hurts like the dickens and is so gross, but it’s not that itchy itchy itchy of mosquito poison. :veryshocked:
A few days ago Asa sounded kind of sick, then he started sneezing and was listless for a day or two (nice in a way since he didn’t get into the usual trouble he does … he’s still at that age … 4). He coughed up some chest congestion Saturday night and so with that going on and the occasional sneezing that was still happening, I stayed home with him, and Russell began sneezing a lot that morning so he stayed home too. DH and Victoria when to church in the morning.
DH is out of town today now. I woke up not feeling right. Just that feeling, you know you are coming down with something. It’s a high-pitched-sounding-feeling. It is a floaty-heavy-loss-of-energy feeling … just a bit. Anyhow, I got down in the kitchen and spoke my first word and that’s when I knew how bad it was already. My voice is really low and thick and gravally. I do know that for me it’s not just sickness, but a combo of that and regular spring allergies. Russell too. Asa hasn’t showed any allergies yet, I have hopes for him not to since he was a natural baby, no shots. Victoria shows signs of allergies and is just different. Russell’s are more in the forefront. I know for me and him then, a cold on top of allergies is just more of what we are used to, with more bothersomeness added to it and just no fun.
So this morning Victoria is also sneezing and acting a bit more grumpy than usual.
Things usually go wrong when Daddy is away. Already it’s been harder than usual, and I’ve had to clean up some stinky paint that V. got into. I do not understand how children do not understand not to do some things. They know to do or not to do something, but don’t seem to know that it should or shouldn’t be done. Urgh. Asa is feeling better. He’s getting into everything and going nuts.
Top off the colds and the allergies with a HOT day. It’s supposed to get to 81 F. Earlier this morning it was already 73 F. outside. The house slowy heats up and there is nothing you can do about it if it’s that hot out. The night is cool enough for the house to cool down overnight, and the morning is alright, but the afternoon to early evening is hard to deal with on days like this. We have a better thing going with the lack of French Doors on the back of the house now. They were a great source of heat via sun growing as it goes though the glass, and hot air flowing into the messed up seals. Just removing the doors and a piece of plywood in that place has made it better.
Upstairs, bedrooms, it’s much hotter though in the warm months. It’s too hot for me already today to be there. Living floor, kitchen/livingroom/dining room it’s coolish, but slowing ramping up to hotter. There is little air flow on such days as this. Flowing hot air isn’t very nice anyhow, except in the oven. Our house being an oven is not in my best intrest. I cook faster than some folks do.
It’s just a not as nice day to have it be the hottest of the year, the first really hot day. Being just under-the-weather with a light-cold, a spring-cold with allergy counts high … and this hot air thing, very sunny and hot, and V. played with the stinky oil-based paint and so it’s stinky and getting hotter in here.
Asa is full of energy and I feel like something the cat dragged in. Not THAT bad, but close enough. Asa has a head start on the cold, he was first and that’s not in my best interest. His either. But I’m the only one who cares about that. He sure doesn’t.
I’m up just for a short while. It’s tiring being up, but also tiring being in bed, though it feels good to stay there, my mind wanders far from it and forces me up now and then. Whatever that means!
So I was looking at Accuweather’s 15-day Outlook, and it seems to me it’s going to be a frustrating early Spring. Last Normal Freeze is March 15. Temps between here and there look fine, as all things go with keeping temps above freezing.
March 17th though, they are forecasting freezing temps, and frosty temps the next couple of days after that, hovering right around there for lows at night. Grrrr.
We are still 10-days away from that, so we shall see.
Otherwise we currently have Sun that’s going away, with light cloud cover coming in, well actually it’s sliding in as overcast, that’s the edge, I see clear blue to the east and those white fingers reaching out that direction and just plain old overcast behind it back towards the other directions. Possible Thunder Storms later this afternoon, and rain and temperatures falling down to the be at the most 49 tomorrow. Today it’s supposed to get into the high-60′s. So that’s a big temperature change coming our way, again. Up and down, it’s that way most winters, but seems more uppy and downy this year.
Frank’s off to Savannah again today. He’ll be back tomorrow night. Bad timing, but could have been worse if my illness waited until today to hit instead of yesterday! In any case, I AM feeling better than I did earlier this morning when I posted. I posted that and went pretty directly back to bed. I’m getting towards starving feelings now, so that’s a good sign, and figure that a nice 2-egg scramble on cast iron pan in butter with sea salt sounds devine.
I must take it easy though, with three chiluns full of energy, I can’t smash every bit of my energy now, so I must post this and make that egg and rest again.
So Spring is coming, trees are still putting out their buds and such. Our Weeping Willow is still greening up and our other trees are getting close to opening buds … but not yet. Other’s trees have bloomed, but only here and there. The Cacophony of Spring’s Triumphal Entrance is still a ways away. I am glad it’s not here now, with me under the weather, I want to be out there when it’s time, drinking it in getting my hands nice and dirty.
So I am guessing it’d be best to bide my time and wait until April. We have lots of indoor painting to do anyhow. So if I can get some energy back this week it’ll be painting time. I love painting! Really, I do! [plus there's decontruction and figuring out what to deconstruct and where and what and moving things and re-constructing to do!]