Cameron is sick (and on steroids) again.
And I am sick again. After being "well" (mostly) for about 3 days.
I don't even recall being ravaged with viral nastiness for this long. Like, ever. You know how usually after a cold you are 'safe' from colds for a few weeks? That is always how it worked out for me, anyway, and I usually credited enhanced interferon activity post-infection for that immunologic feat. This time, it has been a full month. I have lost count of the number of discrete illness episodes there seem to have been. I am losing my patience (and some of my sanity.)
I haven't run in 8 days, which is really saying something. I will say that I ran through mild illness through most of February, but then decided when I felt really awful last week (fevers chills, etc) that I needed to just rest. And I got better for about 2 days and then got a Brand New Virus is my reward for that dazzling display of self-care.
I am also on call.
My only saving grace is that a babysitter is here right now watching A&C while I am hiding upstairs, finishing a backlog of patient notes from this past week. (And writing this during a break.)
I just really want my energy & life to return to normal again. And for Cameron to feel better. And breathe normally.
PS: I realize that this is so minor and that we are lucky that we are not dealing with any REAL illness - just annoying and unpleasant viruses (many of them, apparently). And I am! It does make me appreciate this fact. It also does not change the fact that I would really really like us to get over this ($*&@! like NOW.