Sickness Sympathy

Sadly, I have not always been the most understanding when others are sick.  I wish them well and haven't meant harm, but I now realize I really haven't done all I could to help.

Can I just say thank you to those of you who have helped this week??  I am so thankful for the soup, the errands, and the offers to pick up Dexter (that I had to turn down once you got to my door when I realized he was running a 101.3 fever!).  Let alone the calls, emails, and texts of prayers for health.

Today, I am pretty sure it is the flu.  Yes, yes, everyone told me to get the flu shot, but did I?  No.  To justify my decision I really don't remember ever having the flu.  Maybe I did as a child, but nothing that I remember.  I have really been a pretty healthy person who seems to glide along and never get sick (thus my previous lack of compassion mentioned above...).  So, why did I need a flu shot?  I was sure if I got it that I would be that person that got sick from the shot itself.

Well, at least I can say that today I finally feel a smidgen better.  I am saying this about 2 hours into my last dose of Tylenol and the first shower in days, so I could just be feeling better on the surface.  Seeing how a day or so ago I was moaning that I would rather be in labor because then I knew the agony would be over in a set amount of time, it really doesn't take much for me to say I am feeling "better".  But, I have made it through the week with a toddler, Sander will be home for two glorious days, and I see lots of sleep in my future.

And if any of you out there find yourself sick in bed, please let me know, I will be more than happy to do all I can to help you like I have been helped this week.