My dad used to use the expression, "Poor me" and he'd then exclaim: "Self pity is better than no pity at all!' Well, Daddy, that's how I feel right now! "Poor,poor me!"
I woke up yesterday not feeling that great...a head cold...one nostril completely plugged and a headache, tight ears and a tickly throat. Hummmmm, should I stay home from work today?
My boss was going to be there to supervise....hummmmmm.....I guess I better go.....so I put an Airbourne in my levi pocket and decided to tuff it.
By 1:00 p.m., I knew I was in trouble. Not to be gross, but clear liquid was running out of my nose every time I leaned forward. My eyes were watering and I was quelching sneezes.
Plus, I had to stay "on point", as Redge puts it when he's under the gun, and stay "cheery" for my boss. AARRGGH!
I continued to push myself while doing kid-therapy. Everything was extra hard, trying make sense of my data and writing end of the month progress notes! It seemed like mountain climbing.
"Come on, Barb. Don't mess up on this...focus girl! you can stay home tomorrow." I told myself this ....a hundred times as my fussy head reigned. Somehow, I got through it!
When I walked in the house at 5:00, (after having stayed late and got stuff so I dare miss a day), I was bawling. Partly cuz I knew Steve wasn't there to wrap his arms around me and give me permission to just lay around all night and "be sick", and partly because I knew...I am now in for a 10 day seige of sneeze, snot , blow, chapped upper lip and achey. (What a waste of time and energy this all is!~ I HATE it!).
Every year I get a sinus infection and why should 2008 be any different. Just cuz it's an election year...doesn't make me special.
Feeling the misery of it all and knowing that my Dad would want me to have a full fledged pity party, I promptly ate 3 fresh chocolate chip cookies I'd made the night before when Ty and his family had come for FHE. (I usually don't make them just for us).
That was really wise thinking when you have a cold, don't you agree? Put some sugar in the system..."way to go, Barb."
IWell, it made me feel better for a moment, and when I was done, I put my hand on my padded hip to see if it felt any fatter?
Next, I got my rice sock that Cyndee made me several year ago (a real favorite when I'm in this poor me mood), and warmed it in the micro. I found my favorite ChAnnie fleece blanket, a pillow, and headed for the couch.
Gosh! I was so wishing there was something good to watch on TV! Surely, there a decent movie or somthing? No such luck.
Oh...I got a half hour of Little House...but that was about the only thing I stayed with. The next couple hours were "remote roulette", with snippets of the Biggest Loser and Knight-rider. (Now I' remember where I'd seen that judge on American Idol).. along with a little nap.
When Steve called me later, he told me that Redge was in Rexburg (training his replacement) and he had just got in the car with him. That put me over the edge! OH! here I be, sick with a rice pack on my head and aching all over and he got to be with our North Carolina son! I'm was so jealous!
When I hung up, I did the ugly cry and ate a Nestle's ice cream drumstick. Chocolate.... Then prompty put my hand on my other hip, to see if it was bigger yet?
Since I could not be consoled in any other way, I at last, crawled into that big lonely bed and talked to Heavenly Father till I went to sleep.
I am seldom sick.
I have a great appreciation for those who deal with illness on a regular basis. Truly, if illness was "the thorn in my flesh", I would be so depressed ....and, at least, 3 sizes bigger!
