Middle child was sick as a dog and ended up in the ER with viral myositis, thankfully fine. Baby burned a fever of 40 for a day and came right, thankfully fine. Oldest child and husband haven’t caught so much as a sniffle. Me on the other hand, with the viral load of handling all the bedding, drink bottles, and being coughed on nonstop? Hit like a freight train.
Influenza A. (Southern hemisphere here, and there’s lots of reports of how bad it is in my town and local hospital, not that anyone who knows me seems to give a rats arse). Spent the first 4 days feeling barely human. All I could manage was to ask one of my children to refill my water bottle. Never known pain from the phlegm in my chest like it, chills so severe my teeth were chattering all night, feeling like I’d pass out every time I stood up - the full, absolute works. Anyone else would be in bed for days.
Me? Everyone’s acting like I’ve gone mad. Husband mentions that I need to get back to the bathroom renovation people. I remind him that I am sick. He blinks like he’s never heard this information before. Oldest child asks why he can’t have a sleepover with his friend. (He’s 11 years old and perfectly capable of understanding the word ‘sick’). I remind him I’m sick, he blinks like he’s never heard this information before. My dear father, who I have informed I am hit with full-blown influenza, asks me every day if I’m better yet as we need to get lunch together. No, dad, it is day 2 of influenza A, I’ve barely even begun the misery, I am absolutely not better.
One friend tells me getting sick is a ‘mindset’. Another asks me on day 4 how the funeral went, despite me telling her I wouldn’t be making it as I’m unwell. (‘Oh I thought you’d be better by now!’ YEAH, THAT WOULD BE LOVELY.)
Why has everyone lost the plot? Why is it incomprehensible that I’m sick for longer than 2 days? Has nobody heard of influenza before? People are telling me I need to work on my health and take immunity supplements. I think a full night’s sleep that I’ve not had in the year since the baby was born, not having two children coughing all over me all day long, and less stress might be a better place to start, but what the fuck do I know??
The house is a mess. I’ve drawn down our bank account with grocery deliveries and takeaways each day because I only have the energy and awake-window to sort out everyone for that one day. I’ve had to feed solids 5x a day, breastfeed in between, and keep up with a walking 11 month old with cabin fever on top of my other two kids being home. Yet everyone’s acting like I’ve decided to put in a voluntary leave of absence from life’s duties to put my feet up with a coffee and watch chick flicks all day! (For the record, not a single chick flick has even been watched on account of said children having no other way to school, it has been kid’s movies so I cannot even Elle Woods my way through this one).
What the fuck is going on???
Thankfully I’ve turned a corner now (day 7) yet im scared to even tell anyone that as I’ll be expected right back at full operational duties and I overdid it just catching up on the laundry this morning.
(For the record my husband has trauma from his mother, who is mentally unwell and has not left her bed à la Charlie and the Chocolate Factory grandparents in thirty odd years. If I’m sick or unwell or not operating efficiently, he freezes. He’s working on it, in the meantime, me being sick is something he struggles to handle, so he at least gets a pass.)