The Saga Continues - With an All New Illness

Remember last week when I said I couldn't ever remember feeling as bad as I did then? I feel worse. Definitely worse. Bronchitis, sinus infection, cough, (which is way fun with those last few blisters still hanging out in the back of my throat) fever, ear pain, teeth pain, the works.

I was beginning to think my home was built on an Indian Burial ground. (even though I know it's not, it's built on what used to be a farm)  So this is a cold, that showed up before the HF&M cleared up, that showed up before the antibiotics were done, from the strep throat, that showed up before the antibiotics were done, from the double ear infections, that were caused by the head cold.  This is the house that Germs Built.  (It was a veiled literary reference. We actually had this book, which I think is much better)

I am so sick.  And I am so sick of being so sick. I have this trainer. I like her a lot. I see her twice a week, and she makes me hurt, a lot. Which is good. My body has a long way to go after two kids in just under two years. I haven't seen her in over two weeks. I have to text her the day before every regularly scheduled appointment to tell her I have some new disease that I'm pretty sure is contagious. I think, at this point, she just thinks I'm avoiding her.  I was totally going to go this morning, bronchitis and all. Then the fever showed up, and both my  kids started in with the coughing and runny noses. So I know it's contagious. And, while some sick part of me may be entertained by making an entire gym full of healthy, skinny people sick, I can barely stand up without falling over. So exercise is out.

I have finally realized what the problem is though, you know, with my House that Germs Built, the doctor! That's right. Every time I go to the damn doctor, or urgent care, I catch something new! That's it! No more doctors! Ever!  Ok, that may be extreme, I did really need antibiotics for the bronchitis I had before I got the cold I picked up from getting the antibiotics for the bronchitis. I wasn't taking chances though, I hand sanitized after every pen touch, and when I got home I washed my hands and changed my clothes.  It didn't work though.  My coughing, sneezing, watery eyed children can attest to that.

This is the house that Germs built!

This is the woman that lived in the house that Germs built.

This is the child that caught the cold

That lived in the house that Germs built

This is the fever developed by the child

That caught the cold 
that lived in the house that Germs built.

This is the mother that worried about the child

That caught the cold and developed the fever

That lived in the house that Germs built.

This is the blog written by the mother 

That worried about the fever

Developed by the child

That lived in the house that Germs built.

You get the idea