It’s been a long time since I’ve been sick. In fact I would venture it’s been more than a year. On Wednesday I’d volunteered at an event at a local high school so I’m almost certain this is where I picked up the bug I have. Wednesday and Thursday I was feeling tired, but was motivated with work to push through and stay on track with several items. By Friday I could tell I was fighting off something and by the evening, I was sunk. So it’s been a lot of sleep and tissues this weekend, but not much more than that so I’d rate this round as being on the better end of the sick spectrum.
Our neighborhood had planned a really fun Saturday event that included all sorts of fun Easter activities for the little ones: a bike parade, egg hunt, bubbles, sidewalk chalk and the like. I had gone to the store to buy the ingredients for a super neat Easter treat. But as soon as I knew I had this, I had to call the husband at work to ask him to pick up marshmallow Peeps in a bag so I could supply something without touching it (points for the husband – he put together a fun snack display that we could still contribute even though I couldn’t go). I observed Easter Sunday from the couch, reading the Bible and watching our church’s traditional service on television.
Dealing with the fatigue and aches has left me holed up on the sofa and bed most of the weekend – which has been a good thing. It’s been appreciated in a way; I’ve turned my brain off and just rested. The reminder has been duly noted to self manage my health more pro-actively going forward and take a sick day when it’s needed.