I have been poorly.
I came down with the shivers on Thursday evening but as I was due to help take 20 Beavers for a hike up a local hill in the freezing cold I took some ibuprofen and decided on ignoring it as the best plan of action. The hike went well, although I was slightly surprised that I didn’t need my hat in temps of -6 C.
Got home at 8 pm and really felt ill then. Took more medication and left hubby to put the little ones to bed. Had a terrible night, and by the time Friday morning came I felt ready for the dustbin.
However, any mums (or dads) who have a school run to do know that opting out just can’t be done unless you have 2 broken legs or have been carted off with double pneumonia. How I managed I am still not sure but I got them to school on time. (I did drive as wasn’t sure my legs would hold me up)
Anyway, I have to collect M at 11 am as she’s only in part-time, and I went back for B at midday as we had a busy afternoon. Dosed up to the eyeballs so my temperature was somewhere under “furnace” I made the 40 mile journey into town to await the arrival of no 1 son off the lunchtime train from his school. I then had to get him across town to an important OT appointment. I will just explain here that no 1 son goes to a special boarding school and cutting his Friday short was the least disruptive way of scheduling this appointment. Re-scheduling was not the easy option. Luckily the wee ones were happy to settle into the fabulous playroom of the autism centre, and the appointment gave me nearly an hour to rest.
I then went to the shopping centre as no 1 had begged me to take him to Waterstones. Seriously, anywhere else and I’d have refused but he’s a teenage boy who wants to read – how could I say no? By this time I knew it would be crazy for hubby to spend money on a rail ticket so we whizzed back across the river to pick him up from work. And then I drove the 40 miles home. I will point out that hubby would drive but our family car is suffering from gear-box issues and is a total bi*ch to drive, he’s not unsympathetic.
So, we got home, and once again I collapsed. I went to bed at about 8.45 and stayed there all night. I got up this morning feeling fairly rested, although not 100%. I made sure I had a healthy breakfast and got M ready for her dancing lesson.
Since lunchtime I have been for a long walk in the sunny, frosty afternoon. I am now almost ready for bed again but my temperature issues have receded into the background.
I am absolutely certain that my refusal to give in to my wish to sleep Friday away has contributed to the speed at which I’ve kicked this bug. Personally, any other day and I would have collected M at 11 and curled into a ball on the sofa until the end of school when I’d have swooped B up in a drive-past and gone straight back to the sofa. But if I had, I bet I wouldn’t have been out this morning as normal on a Saturday, much less likely going for a brisk walk. I am only writing this down as I am so surprised at how my attitude appears to have changed this illness. I haven’t blogged for sympathy as I don’t need it – it was a simple bug, albeit one with a scalding temperature (I stopped checking when it was approaching 40) and I am fine.
Mind over matter – I am going to try this again next time I feel a bit yak.