Sick of being sick

I read other blogs and am "insert my feeling here" of the ones that can write their innermost feelings on the internet for all to see.  Not sure how I feel about it, impressed?  surprised?  astonished?  Just not sure but I know it isn't me.  I just don't usually write about my feelings maybe I am not sure how I usually feel.

I know how I feel right now.  I  Am  Sick.  and I am sick of being sick.  My mom use to joke that she was sick and tired of being sick and tired well - I am there.   I started coughing a little on Tuesday (while with the girls dang it) but didn't feel bad.  By Tuesday night I was coughing all night.  At the same time Dennis was not only coughing but also running a high fever.  He insisted he felt like going to Bartlesville for the Straight No Chaser concert (we bought the tickets long ago) so I drove us there.  After the concert the plan was to drive to the trailerhood which was about half way home and stay in the trailer that night.  We had never been to Bartlesville so thought this was a good plan.  The road between Ponca City and Bartlesville is HORRIBLE.   I was scared in broad daylight - no shoulder but lots of hills and curves.  I never said a word because I have found as I age I hate driving more and more so figured it was just me.  While waiting for the concert to begin I mentioned that perhaps we would want to just get a motel in town there since he felt so bad (I am nothing but a considerate wife) (and it had nothing to do with not wanting to drive that road in the dark) (ha).   Dennis said - "we might - that road was awful!!  It was so dangerous!"   I breathed such a sigh of relief.  So we got a motel and came home the next day.  I still didn't feel all that bad - tired but coughing wears a person out.  By Thursday I dropped the girls off at school and went to Walgreen's Take Care clinic and Dennis went to his "doctor"  (family members understand the quotes around doctor - have a very low opinion of the man)  We were both diagnosed with bronchitis and given antibiotic and told to take Mucinex DM or Robitussen DM. 

I went ahead and watched the girls since I had already exposed them and hope so much they don't catch this.  They were very good as usual but I felt so sad because they all love to cuddle and I wouldn't let them.  They watched a movie and then played with play doh and I sat in the recliner the entire afternoon. 

So here it is Saturday and I am still sick.  Yesterday was awful.  Dennis and I are having coughing contests and he is winning.     I tell you the following but first - don't call 911 for me - I haven't knitted since Wednesday!   Now folks - that is sick.  And depressing.  I have cried more in the last couple of days than I have in the last four years put together.    I read about people that "are so bravely fighting cancer" and I can't be brave fighting bronchitis.  I am a huge failure.   I am not grouchy though.  Just don't ask Dennis if I am. 

Easter is tomorrow - one of my favorite holidays.  I loved it more before the stores started pushing expensive "Easter presents" down our throats.  We don't need Easter presents - Jesus gave us the only present we need for Easter.   Although I do get the grandkids books, our family has never participated in the Easter bunny ritual.   So tomorrow Jimmy's family was invited over for dinner and egg hunt.  Yesterday I changed it to let's go out to eat and then to your house because I don't feel like even buying the groceries and sure don't feel like cleaning up the house.  Now today I am changing it to "tell me what time we can come up and give the girls their baskets".   I went to the store this morning to replenish the orange and apple juice supply and got a couple of tv dinners for us.  I don't feel like fighting crowds tomorrow.

Tomorrow would have been my dad's 84th birthday.  He was told by his mother that he was born on Easter but never believed her because Easter never fell on his birthday again.  I think he was in his 40's when I found an almanac that showed the dates for Easter from the 1900's on and proved to him that Grandma was right (Grandma had shall we say a very selective memory at times).  Easter did not fall on his birthday again until 2007 but he spent that first Easter birthday in Heaven.  And now just five years later it falls on his birthday again.  I just find that very strange.  He always said he wouldn't make it to this one but he thought he might for the other one.  He only missed it by 72 days.

Hope everyone has a blessed Easter and next time I write I won't be so touchy feely.  :)