Friday afternoon, I felt it coming on -- the sore throat combined with some aches and pains.
Whenever I feel the onset of sickness, I often secretly hope that I get sick enough to warrant bedrest. As a busy mom I feel like the tradeoff of some chills, sneezing and itchy eyes is worth a day or two of guilt-free downtime.
Unfortunately, on the rare occasion that I am sick enough to take to my bed, I usually don't feel like reading, and sometimes I can't even watch TV, so getting my wish isn't so fulfilling after all.
My symptoms continued to progress, so Friday night I took some NyQuil to ensure a good night's sleep (Another guilty pleasure that I have about being sick is the ability to down an ounce of NyQuil and indulge in a deep and dreamless sleep). I really needed to make it to my BSF leader's meeting on Saturday morning, because I was supposed to teach a class afterwards. When I woke up, I took some Advil, and I felt completely fine throughout our meeting and my seminar.
I caught the tail-end of Amanda's soccer game and took her to the team picture afterwards. But by the time I got home at noon, I was ready to crawl back into bed. I took a sinus pill to relieve the pressure in my head, and crawled into bed to watch a DVD (I'm not sure that it was the best choice since I felt bad anyway, and it sort of made me feel worse -- although maybe it was the best time to watch it, since I did already feel sort of crummy and I wanted to see it sometime). I finished the movie, and lost the urge to sleep that I had been fighting so that I could finish the movie, so I took my book downstairs to the sofa and sat with Terry, who was watching college football.
I offered to heat up some leftover (homemade) soup for dinner, but he decided he'd rather go get take-out. By the time we put the kids to bed, I was ready to take to bed myself. I read for about an hour, took my NyQuil, and was asleep before 9:30.
Unfortunately, one of the side-effects of such a deep sleep, is that I wake up early (but well-rested). I got out of bed Sunday morning, took some more Advil and another sinus tablet, and had some hot tea. I tried to decide if I should go to church. I didn't think I had fever, and Terry really wanted me to go, so I did.
Despite feeling a bit overmedicated and having trouble focusing on the end of the sermon, I was glad I went. My fog lifted by 10:00am, and I enjoyed being out, and the fellowship at church. When I got home, I rested and read some, watched some Food Network with Amanda (Food Detectives), and again took up residence on the couch while Terry watched football.
I offered up my soup dinner, and was rejected this time in favor of pizza.
Tonight I will take my NyQuil and go to sleep by 10:00pm, but I think that both the best and the worst have passed. It seems that this weekend everything aligned perfectly -- I was sick enough to take to bed; it just so happened that it was a weekend, so I didn't have many real responsibilities; and I wasn't so sick that I couldn't "enjoy" my sickbed.
But tomorrow is Monday. Sick or not I'll be making lunches, and shuttling Kyle to and from preschool. Fortunately I think that I'm on the mend.