Yuk.

Where's Proud Mary, because the big wheel that has been illness in the LutheranHusker house just keeps turning. January 7th was when I initially got sick...I subsequently developed strep and the beginnings of pneumonia at the same time. Two weeks later, I was on the mend, but then Kiddo came down with some nasty stomach flu, and I had the pleasure of spending a couple of nights on a mattress on the floor of his room, handing him a bucket to puke in every 45 minutes or so. He recovered relatively quickly from that, but then developed the same coughing, phlegmy upper-respiratory crap that I had had.

Through all of this, Sweetie (who was almost 8 months pregnant), was avoiding her boys like the plague.

Actually, maybe we were the plague.

But it wasn't enough. One night, Sweetie began to notice a funny tickle in her throat. And we knew what was coming.

And come, it did.

I mean, come on, illness gods! As if it's not bad enough that Sweetie's had to deal with nausea every single morning without fail since July...and now this. All the coughing did was serve to worsen her nausea, and bring it on at all times of the day, not just in the morning.

Can't we catch a break?

Oh. Almost forgot. the reason I'm at home right now and have the time to write this post in the first place is because I've gotten sick. Again. With the same fever and upper-respiratory crud I dealt with last month. Hence the turning of the big wheel.

Good thing we still have plenty of time before the baby comes, and everything is all ready for the arrival.

Oh, wait. We don't have plenty of time...16 days...and thanks to the month and a half of family illness, the house is a disaster.

Grrr. Crud, I shall defeat you. This has become personal, and you've infected the wrong Lutheran.

(BTW, our family had the pleasure of visiting Scott (from Nachfolge) over the weekend for his installation as campus pastor. We had a wonderful time, and I plan on writing something about it sometime when I'm in a better mood. And better health.)

LH

*sigh*

(Warning: The below post ought not to be read by those who become easily queasy by accounts of illness. Otherwise, read on:)

I. Am. Sick.

Not sick in a cool way, as in "those were some sick moves the wide receiver put on the defensive back," and not sick in a freaky way, say, like Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the Lambs (Hello, Clarice...).

Just good old fashioned "lay in bed and moan out of sheer misery" sick.

Since Monday night, I've had the following symptoms...not always all at once (though occasionally so, like pretty much all day Thursday), but at one time or another they've been there: throat so sore that I didn't eat for 2 days, coughing phlegm out of my throat, vomiting phlegm, severe headache, fever (up to 103.8), fatigue, chest tightness (probably from a collection of...you guessed it...phlegm...in my lungs).

I haven't been to work since Monday, which considering how much I love my job and how busy the next few months will be, says a lot. But it's not like I'd be getting much done anyway--and I share an office with someone else, and that would be just oh-so-neighborly to share this wonderful illness with them.

I've also had a hard time sleeping, which is why I'm sitting on the couch right now typing this instead of restlessly rolling around in bed and coughing upstairs. I think I may sleep on the couch tonight--I can breathe easier and don't cough as much when I'm half-sitting. And I don't have to worry about waking Sweetie up with every coughing attack. Especially since my coughing right now tends to be so...um...shall we say "deep," (okay, I'm basically hocking up giant loogies all the way from the bottom of my throat) that in Sweetie's 8 months pregnant state, listening to it makes her nauseated. And she has a hard enough time sleeping right now as it is--having a 5 pound or so baby rumbling around in your abdomen will do that to you, I suppose.

So there endeth my rant. That's what's been up this week. Hopefully it will be done soon.

But for now, I gotta get some sleep. Goodnight.

LH