The Pukes

So I’ve been sick the past few days … not exactly my finest of days. I am not a good sick person. Many of my girlfriends say that their husbands are huge babies when they’re sick but in our household I would be the baby! 99% of the time I’ll go to work and still push myself to do normal life activities, but the second I walk in my door I’m DONE. And, I’m a whiner … also I could possibly fall under the category of an “over-sharer”. However, on the flip side, I get angry with myself when I’m sick because I can’t do all I need to do.

That being said, I woke up Thursday morning throwing up and nauseated so intensely that I thought I was going to pass out. Shaking and no strength. I had to text in sick to work as I couldn’t stand any longer than it took to get me from my bed to the toilet. I couldn’t even barely hold my phone long enough to text into my co-worker to tell her I’d not make it in. I was in bed all day and then that evening my oldest son had a school program. Had it just been a normal program I might have opted out, but the little darling had a solo. So, I got up to shower and get ready, feeling awful every step of the way. He had to be at the school early so I laid in the truck until right before it started. I’m so glad I went because even though I felt horrendous, he did fantastic and it truly lifted my spirits. I suppose at that point I had enough endorphins running through my veins that I felt certain I’d be able to head to work tomorrow and not leave them stranded again. However, when I woke up the next morning and sat up in bed I realized, it was no difference, throwing up again and feeling in complete misery, I text in for work again with my shaky hands. This day was an extra tough day to call into work because I knew that there would only be one person in the office to cover. Sorry Bean, I hope you still love me. Officially, I’m a terrible employee.

Friday was the worst day of them all. I was getting text all day long and it was nearly impossible to even answer them. I couldn’t get my body to stop shaking unless I was laying completely lifeless. Not to mention it was my best friend’s birthday and I wanted to call her and sing happy birthday … sadly by the time I was actually able to pick up the phone I was only capable of saying “happy birthday and I hope you’ve had a great day”. My loserdom is now complete. Then my sweet girlfriend asked she could come over to keep me company … bless her heart … but I had nothing … I just wanted to die in solitary.

Finally Friday night, the nausea started to subside … I was hoping it wasn’t like on Thursday night when the natural dopamine from watching my son perform was a cruel trick in making my body THINK it was feeling better. I just felt better! So I went to bed hoping and praying that I’d wake up feeling decent … when I woke up Saturday morning I realized I was BETTER!!! I’m still achy and feeling exhausted, but the pukes are officially gone! WOO HOO!

So I’m glad to be back online again as I wasn’t on my computer (with the exception of Thursday when I had to track down a missing UPS shipment for a friend) and back in the saddle! I also want to thank my hubby for taking great care of me! He really is so helpful … I am not like some wives who are just grateful if he wipes his own ass … he truly is the BEST! I always joke about being “so blessed” … but for those of you who know this man, you know his amazing talents. Thank you my spouse! I say this with ZERO sarcasm (I know, who knew I was capable of that), I am truly blessed and I love you!

I’m quite curious, how do you handle being sick?? Do your husband’s/wives step up to the plate? I’m POSITIVE that many of you are much more courageous than I! I want stories people!