I tend to get sick about once a year, yet somehow every year I remain optimistic thinking somehow the illnesses won’t infect me.  The past couple weeks I was feeling especially lucky after we’ve done so many stories about how bad the flu and RSV are this year. 

But so much for that!  Late last week, I started sneezing incessently.  I didn’t mind it so much because I still felt fine.  Then Sunday morning when I woke up to get ready for work, my ears felt completely full of pressure and my throat swollen big time.  Uck!  It’s no surprise since I didn’t get much sleep.  My nose decided to clog itself and my mind was just racing. 

By the end of my shift Sunday, I was feeling pretty gosh darn miserable, so I decided to head over to the urgent care clinic to get checked out.  I couldn’t stop blowing my nose.  It was running like a leaky faucet.  (lovely I know!)  After the doctor checked me out, she said my face was puffy, my ears full of fluid, my glands swollen, and nose inflamed–markings of some kind of sinus infection.  Double uck!  She prescribed me a Z-pak (love those things!).  I went home for a bit, and my nurse Floyd went to pick it up after dinner, along with a big box of Puffs plus lotion for my poor nose.  I popped the first Z-pak pills right away, but yesterday woke up feeling like death warmed over.  My throat swelling had gone down, and my nose felt a little better, but I was just sore and tired and in no mood to work.  So I slipped on my incognito hat and glasses, and took Drake to daycare, then called in sick to work.  Floyd only had to work at one school yesterday for a make-up day, and had the rest of the MLK holiday off.  So he took good care of me with water refills and a nice soup lunch.  I slept much better last night, and feel somewhat on the mend today…but nowhere near good.  I have a box of Kleenex on my desk and a huge water jug I’ve been downing like crazy (three refills already today!).   I hate being sick in general–not that anyone likes it.  But I’m sucking it up, working today and hoping the meds knock this thing out of my body soon.  Praise God for Floyd for putting up with me when I feel puny.  He’s simply the best.

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