It’s been about a year and a half, maybe even two years, since I’ve been really really sick. That’s kind of a record, as people with kids will know.
From the time your kid goes to pre-school until they get second grade or so, cold season starts with school and lets up somewhere late in spring, and you’re sick more than you’re well all that time.
If you’ve got two kids like I do, well spaced, about the time the first gets to the ‘not bringing home so many colds’ phase, the second one hits pre-school and it all starts up again. Not so bad if your kids are close together because you’ve still got your cold immunities built up, but with kids four years apart, they lapse.
But my youngest is in second grade, and I’m past the baby-cold phase by several years. And my no-major-cold record shows this. No flu, no major cold, no sinus infections. Even with my stress level up as high as it’s been the last year.
So I’m particularly cranky this week, with the cold that just won’t let up. I’m getting to the point where anger is replacing misery as I get just enough better to 1) have no excuse to stay outta work 2) start to see all the shit I need to get done and 3) still just feel like getting in bed for the day.
Plus, I hate fucking blogging about feeling bad. I hate self-pity. I’d far rather blog about Dean Gray Tuesday or favorite holiday music or about how much The Amazing Race sucks this season. I’d rather blog about how fucking brilliant GRRM is and how great his new book is (The one good thing about being sick – I can read all day).
But all I can think is, christ my sinuses hurt, I need to take a fistful of pills and go to sleep.
Thus – grumble, grumble, grumble. It’s about all I have to say for myself today.