Monday, February 9, 2009

Headcold

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.

3 comments:

(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.