We have all been really sick. Sometime last week Logan got the flu. Not a stomach bug, the actually influenza virus. What a yucky thing that is! Because he has been grumpy as all get out due to teething, it took me a day or so to recognize it as something else. By then, Cyan was getting sick. The day after Cyan started complaining of aches and pains and had a high fever, I got it. And let me tell you, it knocked me off my feet! It was HORRIBLE. I have never had aches and pains like this... and I have been in two car wrecks. My lower back was hurting so bad it was hard to walk. I had a high fever, and had hot spells and chills. It was awful. The only thing that got me out of bed was the food I needed to stay alive. I didn't feel like eating, but found after 12 hours of not eating, I couldn't sleep without eating something. And the not eating was making the nausea worse. It is hard to think it was only three days. It felt SO much longer. But my fever broke this morning, 10 hours after Don started to come down with it. He is now in bed. Run down completely.
He is the one I am really worried about. This is the third week in a row he has been sick. He is out of sick days, out of vacation days, and completely stressed about it all. Two weeks ago he had a nasty chest cough. Last week it was a Larynx Infection that made it impossible for him to talk, and this week the flu. And on top of all of that, his grandma in the hospital, the stress of the gas bill and pending second move of the year, and just the general stress of his job. Well, his body is just plain worn out. He collapsed in the bathroom this morning. Alex helped him back to bed. The poor guy is worn to a frazzle and isn't quite sure what to do about it all. I told him that the worst possible thing he could do is to push himself anymore. He NEEDS to get better. ALL the way better. Before he decides to do anything like work or stay up late. So he is in bed, and I am making chicken soup for dinner tonight.