The plague (No Comments)

I work with 6 year olds and so, not surprisingly, they have coughed/sneezed in my face once too often and successfully transmitted the plague to me.

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I’ve been laying in my bed for the past five days, propped up with pillows, not covered by any blankets.  And yes, it may be February but the bedroom window is wide open because between the fever and my menopausal hot flashes, I feel like I’ve been stuck in a sauna.

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This has been the least of my problems.

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While being super weak with influenza, bronchitis and sinus/throat infection, I have not been getting out of my bed and going downstairs in search of food and drink.  I’ve been busy feeling sorry for myself in between exhausting fits of coughing and asthma attacks. For sustenance, I have relied on my children to attend to me.

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Which explains why I have lost a full 7 pounds in five days.  Because even though my two eldest children have been home from school because of exams, they have been very busy sleeping in and keeping in touch with their friends all day long.

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After the second day of being ignored, I gathered enough energy and staggered into the hall to yell at them for being self centred and uncaring.  I wanted to tell them that they would be sorry when I am dead, but I didn’t (this time).

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Then they felt guilty and after a horrifying bronchitis/asthma fit brought on by my rage, offers of tea in my favourite Ikea cup and cut up oranges started coming my way.  This was the best they could do, but it’s actually all I wanted.

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I’ve warned them all that after I have successfully shared the plague with them, they will not see me again until they are completely recovered.  They can expect the same level of care from me as they showed to me…Now don’t think me entirely cold hearted.   I have warned them to begin stockpiling non-perishables in their rooms for the days when they are too weak to get out of bed.  Bottles of water would be a good place to start.

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