Out from under the weather
Something hit me in the middle of the night a couple of nights ago, and it hit hard. I don’t know what it was, or where it came from. We’d been out to Sams/Walmart earlier in the day, but I’d washed my hands as soon as we got home. It started with a pain in the nose, and carried on to be an all out sinus flooding. It was as if my body said “Why are we letting the little peanut be the top producer of bodily emissions? It may be unseemly for us to drool as much as she does, but we could make up for it in snot, don’t you think?!?” And for a couple of days, the competition was stiff (and moist). Yesterday, I started to feel a little better, and while I still don’t feel back on the top of my game, I am clearly in the recovery zone.
My main concern during all of this (besides simply being able to function sufficiently as a provider), was not to get other members of the family sick. I came across a term from one of the blogfathers that I appreciated, and seems quite apt for those with small children — the famdemic. I’m just so not looking forward to Sam’s first cold, and I certainly didn’t want to be the cause of it. So far, it appears we’ve dodged that bullet, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed (and doing the chicken dance, and any other “don’t get sick” magic I can think of!)