I normally don't become so sick that it seriously affects my ability to get things done, but this week, sickness kicked my butt.
Bad thing is, I believe it was the antibiotic I was taking for an infection that caused me to feel like I was on my death bed. I have taken quite a few medications over the course of my life, and NONE of them have EVER made me feel so much worse than the reason I was taking it for.
It became so bad that I went to the local prompt care center yesterday afternoon to see if they could to tell me what the heck was going on.
Apparently, my extreme fatigue, upset stomach, nausea, no appetite at all, severe back pain and abdominal pain was because of the infection, not the antibiotic.
Yeah, don't fully believe that. Especially when the majority of the patient reviews I read online had the same exact complaints while taking this drug of death. Plus, they included that it didn't do much for the infection either, which was a complaint of mine as well.
Thank goodness, the doctor at prompt care gave me a new prescription, which seems to be much better. I still get tired fairly quickly, and my back/abdominal is still a little sore, but I can actually walk into the bathroom and brush my teeth without feeling like I need to take a two-hour long nap afterwards.
I am so very thankful for a sweet husband who took care of me all week long, though. I know I kept him up quite a few nights with my restlessness and constant visits to the bathroom, but he never complained. He waited on me hand and foot the past couple of days, and he even went and picked up McDonald's for dinner the other night because I had asked him to. I definitely could not have survived this awfulness without him!
Unfortunately, being in bed most of the weekend has led to absolutely nothing getting done. I was able to wash two loads of laundry and cook us dinner tonight, but that was pretty much it. I had to miss riding in the local Christmas parade, I missed viewing the pictures my sisters and I took back in August, I didn't get to work on my DIY decorations, the house didn't get cleaned, my list of Christmas presents didn't get any shorter, and we ate out wayyyy too much.
It's amazing how everything gets so backed up when you're out for a weekend.
Anyways, I'm pretty much back to normal. So, on with life, once again!
It's really starting to scaring me how close Christmas is sneaking up on me. I'm beginning to give up on getting our house decorated like I was hoping to, but I don't exactly get to do that with gifts.
I have three gifts under the tree, and they are for my parents' pets.
They are labeled Hershey, Pepper, and Oliver.
But seriously, those are the only three presents under our tree.
I have gifts bought for three others on our list, but that is all. I don't even have a gift for my husband yet! and I only have *2* weeks left!
I'm starting to panic.
This is the first Christmas where I have had the sole responsibility to make sure presents are bought and wrapped, all the while reminding myself that these gifts are coming from my paycheck and it has a limit.
Balancing presents for Christmas and limitations of my paycheck is not exactly one of my strong points. I can't help it, I get so much joy when I buy people gifts! Especially for Christmas.
Nevertheless, limits have to be set, and Christmas presents still have to be purchased.
Although I did not accomplish one single thing this weekend, I was able to enjoy something I don't always get to, and something I will one day wish I could have back.
Uninterrupted time with my love.
For the first time since our honeymoon, we didn't do one single thing 'planned.' Of course, there were quite a few things I was supposed to do this weekend, and I am sad that I missed them, but I got stay home with my man and enjoy the undivided attention we were able to give each other. I did not enjoy the fact that I felt like I was about to visit the Grim Reaper, but if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy a weekend without interruptions.
Trying to find the small glimpse of great in a broad view of the worst sickness of my life.
The moments of this weekend weren't a small glimpse of great, though. They were moments that will be very few and far between, but worth whatever was sacrificed to make.
In my case, it was my ability to function like a human being instead of a zombie.
Before I got married, I didn't fully appreciate weekends with nothing to do. But now that I'm a wife with the intentions of eventually becoming a mom, I have discovered the rarity and the preciousness of having nothing to do and getting nothing done for two days in a row.
Not to mention getting to spend those two days of nothing-ness with the love of my life. That makes it a whole lot better too!
Thank goodness I am finally feeling well enough to function, so now to face another Monday. Even though I do not enjoy waking up to an alarm clock, getting up to see the sweet face of the little one I keep makes it better.
And it looks like we will be doing a lot of Christmas shopping together these coming up weeks. Hopefully the little guy is up for it!
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