Yep and it wasn’t pretty. Sure, just when I decide to kiss my girlfriend’s baby on both cheeks, I get the flu. I spent half of my fever-induced stupor hoping I didn’t pass it along and wanting to research the incubation period so that if it passed, I could let let my guilty feelings go, but I was too bad to even go online.
I don’t think I have ever looked or felt worse and I sure hope that at the very least, I have some immunity. I realize that sounds like someone on Survivor or Biggest Loser and coincidently, I am down 5 lbs. and look as crappy as those people on Survivor. Never watched the show, but they sure look pretty rough on the commercials.
I told my kids to all get the H1N1 shot but then found out it’s backordered at both their college and at work locations so I can worry until early Nov. when they are expected to have more in.
My son’s mid-term report card in the mail on Sat. – he is doing pretty well – and I didn’t have to cook meals for five days straight. (And by cook meals, I include being the one to place the takeout order.) Every cloud…
“I’m so ugly – My mother had morning sickness – After I was born.” ~ Rodney Dangerfield
I maintain that worrying is part of my maternal job and I take it seriously.
My daughter has had a stomach ache for about three weeks now. I have offered my advice, my Tums and Pepto, but nothing seems to work. When I mention that perhaps it’s time to see a doctor, she acts like I am punishing her and sugarcoats how she really feels. (Or could it be because I ask her after every 10 minutes around the clock? I suppose that’s a possibility.)
Now that summer is about over, my son got a “summer” job working at an ice cream stand. Now all he has to do is pass his Math B exam on August 13 that he failed by 2 points in June and
his summer goals my summer goals will have been accomplished.
My middle daughter, who is still in college, got a job offer for after graduation so she will have gainful employment after this year. I am thankful for one less thing to worry about. The company took her on a trip to Disney World (no one did that for me when they wanted me to work for them) so now I can worry about her stomach ache long distance.
The other daughter is working about 60 hours a week so I can worry about how she can’t take proper care of herself when she is so exhausted.
I am fulfilled!
“If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.” Â ~ Don Herold