It’s now been more than three weeks. I think that cold is going away, although I’m pretty sure that I’m still suffering from a massive sinus infection (it hurts. My head that is). The fever, though, and all its regular problems has gone away. I feel better.
One thing goes away and another shows up in its place. That is what is incredibly frustrating right now. My arthritis is killing me. It started Friday. I was thinking it might have been my flip flops. Sometimes wearing flip flops makes all of me hurt. But when it wasn’t just my hips but rather was my hands and shoulders and neck, I knew it was the arthritis issues. 🙁 I hurt so badly yesterday that I was in bed by 7:30 last night. At 2 in the morning I woke up and took a hydrocodone because it still hurt so much. I was surprised that it actually worked. I woke up feeling better. I took my arthritis herbs this morning. My hands are still killing me but I’ll take that over the ridiculous pain I was in this weekend.
On top of all of that, with the change in weather (which precipitated the arthritis attack, I think), I am seizurey. All I really want is to be home in bed but there’s too much else I have to get done. Too much to do at work. Too much to do at home. I don’t have time to be sick anymore. I’ve got to get things done.
Somewhat strangely as I am under the weather, I’m at the doctor’s office. I need to get my 21-day blood work done. I’m a little nervous about what they’re going to find. A friend of ours isn’t ovulating because she produces too much of one hormone. I have to wonder if that isn’t me too. I suppose that it’s nice that we’re doing this together. Sorta.
I’m not at all sure that I am ready for a baby. That Matt and I are ready for a baby. But I don’t think that we have a choice in the matter. I’m old and if it is to be, it’s going to have to be. So we’re on this path. I’m ok with that. I just worry about what it’s going to take to make it happen.
And I think about these 3 weeks I’ve been sick. What would have that been like if I were pregnant or we had a child? It would have been a nightmare but I suppose that parents face those kinds of issues every day. What would make us any different or special in any way? Nothing.
So I’m ready to be better. I’m ready to feel good again. To not be dragging ass. Let’s hope that this week gets me back on track.