I detest being ill. It's one of my greatest aversions. Particularly because my allergies tend to make me quite prone to 'catching' every bug that is coughed in my general direction. However, with my advanced expectancy, things become much more difficult to bear. As if reduced lung & stomach capacity, difficulty sleeping comfortably, and constant fatigue aren't enough. A hacking cough resulting in pulled stomach muscles (and terrible pain), complete inability to sleep due to coughing/breathing difficulty, extreme weariness, headache, fever, and all the other minor ailments that go with a major cold are now added. Not to mention that incontinence troubles mean that every single cough/sneeze/sinus clearing means that some waste water will be expelled, thus compelling me to wear something absorbent and change frequently. Believe me, I make a very unpleasant sick person in this condition.
The saddest part of all this, I caught this nasty bug from my well-intentioned and loving youngest offspring, who simply doesn't understand that she shouldn't wipe her runny nose on mama's shirt (eeew!). When I was expecting #3, I had some small resistance to bugs. Either I am not as well-protected with this one, or this particular bug is extremely strong. Judging by the severity of the symptoms, I'd be more inclined to believe the latter than the former. Still, I will be exceedingly happy when this passes and truly hope that certain people will be so kind as to keep their illnesses to themselves! It's already been proven that things go in a handbasket when Mama doesn't feel well.
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