Today is the kind of day that makes me thankful to be alive and healthy. It comes after seven agonizing days under the duvet, downing ibuprofen and various other cold meds at my bedside.
I'm not one to exaggerate but I nearly died.
Okay not really, but this whammy of a virus really wiped the life out of me. And, as if not being able to do normal activities, enjoy Christmas, and even drink wine, wasn't bad enough, being ill gave rise to a new side: lady hypochondriac extraordinaire.
At various points over the last week I've conjured numerous diseases for myself, including strep throat, meningitis, mono, throat cancer, and other undesirable ailments. I'd wave a snotty tissue from behind my lap top and hoarsely whisper my fateful prediction to J, who would then shove another mug of honey and lemon in my direction and tell me go back to bed and hurry up and get better soon.
Thankfully J has been at home the entire time. As well, his step-mother was staying with us last week and was an enormous help with the kids, the cooking and housework. Heaven knows what I'd have done if it had been a regular week and I'd been here alone. Oh, right, yes, I do remember.
I have this suspicion. I suspect the body remembers all the times you've been bad to it: all the nights you haven't slept; all the healthy things you haven't eaten; all the glasses of wine and late nights; all the not resting; all the times you didn't give your body a chance to recover. And then one day, when you're not expecting it, it creeps up and taps you on the shoulder and... "oh hai, it's me, your body, and now that you have a few weeks to rest, guess what? It's pay back time asshole."
You know, like when you go on holiday and get sick - ever done that? It's your body, waiting, waiting, waiting for you to take a much-needed rest, and then, POW.
But anyway, despite all my incorrect diagnoses, I'm on the mend, today feeling about 90% better.
Which brings me to my point, that basically, I'm thankful.
I'm thankful for all the awesome people in my life. For my husband, who has been superstar husband / father over the past week. For my step-mother-in-law, who kept everything running smoothly while I was incapacitated. (This sounds like an award speech doesn't it?) For my in-laws, who took the boys sledding and fed them hot chocolate and watched movies for the day so that J and I could have a little peace and quiet. For my parents, though thousands of miles away, who offered me words of comfort and support over the phone. For wireless technology so that I could watch (and become hooked on) Mad Men from my bed.
And, most definitely, for ibuprofen.
So. How was your Christmas?