Monday, February 9, 2009


I spent all of last week with the kind of cold that makes you keep wondering if it's flu. It started with a fever, it left me too weak to support Z.'s weight when she bumped into me, and when I dragged myself next door, I had no more than an hour of coherent work in me.

And I couldn't sleep. I piled up the pillows, I took medicine, and it helped not one whit. I spent my nights tossing in semi-consciousness, a hostage to phlegm management. I hate broken, fitful sleep more than just about anything--I far prefer fewer hours of full oblivion.

So I stayed up late, being sure I was really wiped out when I lay down. And my bedtime slipped later, and then A. went out of town for the weekend and all hell broke loose.

Time to reset my bioclock.


(un)relaxeddad said...

That sounds very, very horrid - hope it's utterly cleared up. I had something similar over Xmas, though thankfully it cleared up after a couple of days. And small children just have no or very little coping mechanisms for dealing with sick parents :(

kathy a. said...

hope it is better now.

E. said...

Oh no! Hope you feel better soon.