Okay
So I spoke too soon. The last 3 days have been miserable. Not so much the throat (which feels like it has freezer burn or frost bite or ice cream headachy) but my teeth and my ears! I am trying to push as much liquids as I can, but holy crap, swallowing is pretty sucky. I think it was so severe yesterday that I avoided drinking and may have been dehydrated. So gave up the straw (which I thought would be easier) and just chugged and chugged. Cold sucks. Popsicles hurt. Still can't eat solid. Tried rice pudding (ow). Will try soft scrambled eggs tonight.
It's been a rough week even with J being home. He was ill with the flu (achy and what not) for the majority of the week. Asher is sick. And while the kids (I think) have been pretty awesome, it gets tough because J has a short fuse when he is sick (who doesn't) but I had a really hard time feeling sympathy for him. I am trying to ignore the fact that no laundry was done. The house only got vacuumed yesterday, but I did it. He did keep the kitchen clean. But I don't know. Maybe I am just in a bitchy mood. I didn't think he took over as well as he could have. Should have, Not that I wanted to be coddled. I just wanted to be able to be in bed and not have to listen to the kids fight. Or make them dinner. Or give them baths. Asher woke up this a.m at 530, so I got up with him so J could sleep (so I could crash when he woke up). I don't know if it was the pain, the early hour, pain meds (straight non stop for a week now) or a combo of everything, but I just lost it. I couldn't stop crying and it was hard to speak and I just don't think he gets it. I think it's because I don't complain when I am in pain.
Dont know.
tired.
It's been a rough week even with J being home. He was ill with the flu (achy and what not) for the majority of the week. Asher is sick. And while the kids (I think) have been pretty awesome, it gets tough because J has a short fuse when he is sick (who doesn't) but I had a really hard time feeling sympathy for him. I am trying to ignore the fact that no laundry was done. The house only got vacuumed yesterday, but I did it. He did keep the kitchen clean. But I don't know. Maybe I am just in a bitchy mood. I didn't think he took over as well as he could have. Should have, Not that I wanted to be coddled. I just wanted to be able to be in bed and not have to listen to the kids fight. Or make them dinner. Or give them baths. Asher woke up this a.m at 530, so I got up with him so J could sleep (so I could crash when he woke up). I don't know if it was the pain, the early hour, pain meds (straight non stop for a week now) or a combo of everything, but I just lost it. I couldn't stop crying and it was hard to speak and I just don't think he gets it. I think it's because I don't complain when I am in pain.
Dont know.
tired.