I'm not very good at being sick. I feel a bit like a whiny baby and the whole world should stop for me. I feel entitled to constant rest until I'm better, but alas, life must go on. For the last week and half I haven't been feeling great. Some days have been worse than others but a week later while my tonsils were still inflamed I decided it was time to go to the doctor. I feel silly going to the doctor for things like a sore throat and feeling run down, but I'm also usually better in a few days.
I woke up feeling pretty awful and knew it would be a rough day with the boys. So Joel called our daycare lady who is awesome and super flexible and we shelled out the money so I could rest and get to the doctor. I'm glad I did. Turns out I have strep throat, which is pretty hard to fight without antibiotics. 24 hours after starting and I'm feeling a lot better already. And the people around me have been amazing. Joel, who is already and amazing husband and dad, stepped up even more while also trying to avoid getting sick. The boys also knew mommy wasn't feeling well and were troopers about cooperating and going to daycare last minute. And just as I was sitting on the couch yesterday feeling like I had no energy to make dinner, our daycare lady called and said she was making some for us. Amazing!
I try not to be a complainer but I have to admit I find it hard when I'm sick. I have a friend my age going through chemo, another friend with three kids whose husband is dying of cancer. Not to mention my many friends who struggle just to get by. I had a sore throat and no energy...no reason to complain. But I still fall into it, so I try to fight it with gratitude... for a warm bed and hot soup, for help, for the luxury of medicine and rest. Being sick is no fun, but getting better is pretty great!