When you have the flu you?get out of bed one day or the other and you are grateful that your two oldest children can go to school all day. You anxiously wait until your baby goes to bed and then crash in your own bed. You drink tea because you’ve got to get something in and although you’re a big fan of super duper tonic which involves garlic, onions and apple cider vinegar, you forego it this time because it just wouldn’t stay in your stomach.
You moan when your baby is awake and are happy that you don’t fall down with him while walking down the stairs and you survive the two hours before he goes back to bed. You drink more tea because milk has to be made, says baby.
The laundry pile gets a little taller and the dishes stack up but not too many, since you aren’t really eating. This is a great dish-saver.
You thank God profusely for your sister-in-law who takes the children to her house for another hour-and-a-half after school and your are oh so happy when everybody goes to bed.
When you have the flu the day moves slowly and you squint your eyes when you walk, treading softly and carefully because the movements make your headache worse, like a bomb going of inside. When you write that down you pause, ashamed, because you realize you have no clue what it would feel like, to have a bomb explode inside of your head. But a lot of people have known, or live in constant fear of finding out what that feels like.
When you have the flu you remember how great it is to not have the flu, to ‘only’ have Fibromyalgia because you find out once again that the flu, it is worse. In your case, anyway.
When you have the flu you remember sentimentally the days of your youth when you could lie in bed when you were sick and your mom brought you tea in bed.
When your child has the flu you think ‘oh, right, I’m the mom now’.
When your child has the flu you get up a little more often to change sheets 4 times because he ‘spilled a little bit’ while he cries hysterically. Because spilling out of your tummy is a traumatic experience, since you don’t know what is happening.
When your child has the flu you wash his bear in the middle of the night and put it in the dryer, and you love doing it because he will be oh so happy for his teddy and his tiggers, and then your mom-heart gets all warm and happy, and that’s not too much of a luxury when you have the flu.
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I hope you’re feeling better! Take some vitamin C 🙂
We are. And I am! I am also stuffing my husband with Vitamin C. He obediently takes it, if not convincedly 😉