Moan, groan, cough
All my plans for Doing Things this week were totally trashed by the baby. Of course. Asha, poor thing, picked up a cold (I think RSV) and started running a fever Tuesday night. All day Wednesday she was miserable, so I kept her company sitting in the rocking chair while she stared around the room and drooled between coughs.
Thursday morning, I woke up with that “hmm, here comes a cold” feeling in my lungs, while Asha was bright-eyed and cheery. By lunchtime, it was me running a fever. I somehow managed to feed her lunch and get her in bed before collasping into bed myself. I’m not quite sure how I managed to get up and drive to school to pick up Niki without passing out. The rest of the afternoon I spent on the couch trying to keep the children from killing each other, but luckily they were fairly cooperative. My fever didn’t stop until 11:37pm that night. I looked at the clock.
This morning, I feel great! Well, not great-great, ’cause I can still feel gook in my lungs that I’ll probably be coughing up for another few days, and my voice is all icky, but no fever and no aches and pains and such. Yay!
Now hopefully my husband won’t get it, since it always takes him longer to recover from stuff…