Thursday, May 19, 2011

Radio Silence

For all those who care (and I know all of you do), Jeff and I have been ill this past week(end). So much so, that in hindsight, I'm wondering if we should have gone to the hospital... Anywho, hindsight's 20/20, and I know we're both at this point still alive and seem to be on the mend. :)

I had posed the question last week as to whether or not we would/should slow down... little did I know that as I was typing that very post, a chest cold was beginning to overpower my immune system and would quickly claim victory over my healthy ways.

I have pretty much been out of commission since last Friday. This is actually the 2nd day I have woken up not believing in some part that I was dying... ok, not really, but I was able to wake up and feel like there was hope that I was getting better. From Friday to Monday evening, I managed to take 2 showers and cook 0 meals. The meals part may not seem too unusual for those of you who know me... but the shower thing, not like me at all. I like to be clean! :)

In any case, Jeff was sick with something else, something that at this point I know involves headaches and was not a cold like mine. I'm not entirely sure what it was, as I was wrapped up in my own misery, but I know he was sick as well. Duncan could not escape the germs that invaded our home, and he is currently on steroids to slow down his allergies and incessant sneezing and coughing.

There is one particular experience I wish to share with you... I began Lysol-ing the house as soon as I was able to get out of bed. I had a time in college where I kept managing to re-infect myself with whatever I had due to not immediately cleaning everything, and I assure you this will NOT happen again under my watch. :) So I was Lysol-ing everything... EVERYTHING. Let me tell you, I took this duty (tee-hee, I said "duty") so seriously that the only reason Duncan did not get Lysol-ed is because he was running from me. In any case, I put on shoes so I could head out to the garage and start delousing my car. I noticed there something small in my shoe rubbing my foot, presumably a fuzzy from a sock. I took off my shoe to shake out the fuzz, and low and behold, A SPIDER fell out of my shoe. A. SPIDER. FELL. OUT. OF. MY. SHOE.

Needless to say, it was NOT a good afternoon in our home. However, things are getting better, and I am on the lookout for more of our 8 legged friends. Oh, and the boys have been looking at me funny, as I have become obsessive about shaking out everything that I may think about putting on my body prior to doing so. :)

Hope all is well with you and yours! :)

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