Sick of the crud

So I am sick. With the crud. Possibly the creeping ick. Ok, ok so my doctor says it is bronchitis, sinus infection and ear infections on top of the Cold of Dread and Doom which has sapped my energy and will to live for about 10 days now. Of course, in that ten day period, things have been happening. Big things. Like, oh, Piemas. I did manage to make 5 pies for Piemas, and get everyone fed etc. But the usual joyous spirit of hospitality I like to think I bring to such events was largely missing. Instead, there were several times I snuck upstairs for catnaps.

Then I got my mother in law really sick with the same horrible, dreadful disease, right before shipping her home. We were supposed to do all kinds of things while she was here. Instead, there was a lot of going to bed at 8:30 going on in these parts. I heard from my mother, who was sick with it when she came here about a month ago. She says she’s starting to feel better. A month later. This makes me want to cry, if crying didn’t require way too much energy.

I’ve lost about four pounds since I got sick, from complete lack of appetite and energy.

I haven’t missed a day of work. Because work does not respect being sick. No it does not. My boss is even sicker than I am, and she’s still making it to almost all her meetings. Her boss has an infection in his knee that’s not getting better after some surgery, and neither one has slowed him down in the slightest.

At least no one else in the family is nearly as sick as I am. My husband coughed a little for a few days. The boys have seemed unaffected. I’m the only one who got flattened by it (well, my MIL looked a lot like I feel) and then of course it goes secondary. The sinus pressure is unbelievable. I finally went out and bought (gulp) a neti pot. And psuephedrine. I HATE psuephedrine. Hate it. Hate it hate it hate it. But I can’t handle this headache. It sends stabbing pains through my head every time I cough. And I cough a lot. The other day, I nearly threw up after a crazy coughing fit.

The worst part is, as I struggle to get back to at least 80%, is I can watch the work piling up. The laundry, yes. The dishes, my husband has done. The house is perhaps not immaculate. There are no leftovers in the fridge for lunches next week. And then there’s the taxes — totally my purview — due soon. I need to sign Grey up for summer camp (sounds so fun!). I need to plan our incredibly complicated 4 part trip to Washington State. I need to do the Costco shopping. I need to do the grocery shopping. There’s a bunch of spring maintenance uncovered by the melting snow that needs attention.

So I lie here on the couch, miserable, and think of all the things I ought to be doing.

In other news, I got my hair cut. It’s a nice haircut, I think, except I’m highly unskilled in hair arts and don’t know how to properly blow my hair dry so I’m having trouble making it look right. Also, I thought it was this big epic change and not that many people have noticed it. Possibly they’re distracted by my sniffling and doubling over with coughs.

This is what it looked like when I got back from the salon. I can't make it do this.
This is what it looked like when I got back from the salon. I can't make it do this.

Oh, and on one of my sickest “Really shouldn’t be here” days at work when I was a little stormcloud of snot, I got a pretty big cool award as recognition of my exemplary attitude. (Really.) Which is pretty darn cool, but felt rather ironic when I was so darn grumpy.

Also, it’s spring. I meant to write big, poetic post about it, but like so many other tasks that one has gone unaddressed. But I figure you won’t discover the seasons are changing without my telling you about it (based on what I do write about), so in case you’re wondering… spring.

Yeah, I think I better go before more of my exemplary attitude comes out my nose. (HONK!)

What do you mean that haircut isn't radically different? I used _product_
What do you mean that haircut isn't radically different? I used _product_

The walls are closing in

So I’m practicing for weekend blog updates. I’m thinking I need to streamline my boot-up procedures a little, and maybe put the writing first.

Anyway, this is the time of year in New England that the walls start closing in on us. Today looks deceptive. The sun is bright and the pathways are clearer than normal, due to quite a thaw last week. One’s mind turns to wild adventures like walking to the library, or taking Grey and Thane somewhere that is not our house. But then one turns to the thermometer.

Brutal
Brutal

Yes, that says 0 degrees.

At a certain temperature, even indoor activities not in your own house seem daunting. Does it require taking the T? Parking and walking in? How many layers will you need to pack your toddler in, and how many of those will be appropriate once you’ve arrived in the safety of another heated location? At about 10 degrees, the cars stop keeping up, and are not comfortably warm. Easier just to stay put!

But after a few days or weekends of staying put, you get very bored. Or at least my children do. They both love adventures and outings. It’s one of the guaranteed ways of getting Thane to settle when he’s grumpy. The last weekend of January it’s bad. The last week of February is downright grim. A winter storm in March? Heaven forfend.

I’ll get Grey out in a little bit for aikido, and then he and I are going to a fundraiser for Haiti tonight. Thane is doomed to a pajamas day. Adam’s at aikido right now. There’s church tomorrow — always good to get out for.

Last night I looked out Thane’s window. The moon was exceptionally bright — so bright it threw dark shadows of trees across the pale and blowing old snows. The shadows danced in the frigid wind. I find myself wondering how, before the niceties of blown-in-insulation and central heating, how did humanity survive in these winters? I hesitate to expose my healthy 15 month old to 10 minutes of layered, blanket-wrapped stroller journey. The native tribes who welcomed those first pilgrims had no walls or Goretek or natural gas heating. I know that part of the answer was that they did not all survive the coldest winters. But how miserable must it have been? How would they have longed for the walls which currently encircle me? The sensation of warmth and fullness must both have been so fleeting in winter, and warm spells nearly life-giving in their welcomeness. Meanwhile, I am surprised by the brief visit of chill to my fingers and toes, and consider it entirely optional and to be avoided.

Modernity is a marvelous thing.

Dear Santa

When I was singing that I wanted a white Christmas, I meant six or seven inches of fluffy white snow that feel after all expected guests had arrived.

Right now it’s so cold here on Boston I’m not willing to go out without good cause — not with the baby. It’s only December 22nd and my parents are warning that they may not be able to make it out of Seattle on Christmas. Worse, I fear they’re right. I want my mommy and daddy!!!! Waaaaaa!!!!!

Also, I’m getting cabin fever. This never ends well.

You know it’s cold when…

…they shut down an ice factory because the ice cracks when stored below -15F.
…New Englanders close down schools across the state because diesel fuel is coagulating in buses, causes pickups to be unreliable
…the ocean freezes
…authorities ask people to conserve energy the way they do during summer heat waves
…AAA reports a record number of people calling because their cars won’t start — beating the previous record set earlier this week by over a thousand
…meteorologists say this isn’t the coldest New England has ever gotten, and refer back to the last ice age for correlation

But you know it’s New England when
…everyone who has tickets will still be at this weekend’s Patriot’s game