Wow. Like I said, Carlos and I have been destroyed by one of the worst flus I've ever experienced in in my life. It hit us Tuesday night (middle of the night), and spent all of Wednesday, Thursday, and half of Friday kicking us in the butt. It was horrible: constant fever (not even Motrin or Tylenol would kick it), aches, nausea, vomiting, incredibly weak & tired, congestion, coughing. It was the Mother Lode of flus, let me tell you.
We were so weak, we basically lived on the couch. I mean, I couldn't even walk a few feet to the kitchen without hyperventilating and feeling my heart pounding. Even making a cup of tea required waaaaay more energy than I had. All we could do was alternate between watching TV, sleeping, and sipping Gatorade (which neither of us likes, by the way)... and stare blankly at each other across the sofa.
Fortunately, Ashley could take care of herself and do basic chores, and Carlito added to our growing pharmacy every day, as well as did basic cleaning. Without them, we would have had a much harder time getting through.
Our coffee table became our home base, covered with all the supplies we needed, so we didn't have to walk anywhere. It is loaded with all our meds (various cough, cold, and fever reducers), measuring spoons, water, Gatorade, a bowl for trash, kleenex, saltines, and cups.
The cough is what's killing me now. It's a horrible, hacking cough that makes my stomach hurt and gives me mild headaches. The least bit of movement or talking makes me go into a fit of coughing--so I try not to talk or move. I even text Ashley when I need her to do something, because at least that way I might not cough--the kids probably love that part because I can't reprimand them without having a coughing fit and right now the price is not worth it. Lucky them--for a few days :)
I actually cooked my first meal since Tuesday. We had eggs and bacon for breakfast. Even that wore me out, but it felt good to cook again. A huge step back to a "normal" life.
Praying that Carlos' and my fevers don't return, and that we can kick this cough to the curb very soon.
We were so weak, we basically lived on the couch. I mean, I couldn't even walk a few feet to the kitchen without hyperventilating and feeling my heart pounding. Even making a cup of tea required waaaaay more energy than I had. All we could do was alternate between watching TV, sleeping, and sipping Gatorade (which neither of us likes, by the way)... and stare blankly at each other across the sofa.
Fortunately, Ashley could take care of herself and do basic chores, and Carlito added to our growing pharmacy every day, as well as did basic cleaning. Without them, we would have had a much harder time getting through.
Our coffee table became our home base, covered with all the supplies we needed, so we didn't have to walk anywhere. It is loaded with all our meds (various cough, cold, and fever reducers), measuring spoons, water, Gatorade, a bowl for trash, kleenex, saltines, and cups.
The cough is what's killing me now. It's a horrible, hacking cough that makes my stomach hurt and gives me mild headaches. The least bit of movement or talking makes me go into a fit of coughing--so I try not to talk or move. I even text Ashley when I need her to do something, because at least that way I might not cough--the kids probably love that part because I can't reprimand them without having a coughing fit and right now the price is not worth it. Lucky them--for a few days :)
I actually cooked my first meal since Tuesday. We had eggs and bacon for breakfast. Even that wore me out, but it felt good to cook again. A huge step back to a "normal" life.
Praying that Carlos' and my fevers don't return, and that we can kick this cough to the curb very soon.
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