Suck City

About two and a half weeks ago I came down with a sinus infection and boy, did I act like I had a man cold. In retrospect, I probably wasn't even closed to dying, but having to sleep while breathing through your mouth is definitely a layer of hell. So at the time I came down with the infection, weather and laziness had kept me from running for over a week. By the time I got the antibiotics working and felt good enough to brave the outdoors, I had not run for TWO WEEKS. The guilt.

So I went out and did three runs: one on the trail (sucked) and two in my neighborhood. The one I made a conscious effort to run faster and probably ran a minute per mile faster than usual. I felt on top of the world!

Enter the tickle in the throat last Monday. I told Michael about it, and true to form, he informs me that he has bronchitis (he loves the self diagnosis). Needless to say by Monday night we were both pretty sick...Michael especially, but I thought I could be strong for the family.

Tuesday and Wednesday were sick days for Michael and we both were running fevers and coughing. The boys seemed to be fine. Thursday I went to a client meeting, probably infected the entire office (sorry Coach), came home and slept while I had the sitter. Thursday night Oliver didn't sleep well. A foreshadowing. Friday I went to the doctor to get more antibiotics. Then came home and slept for five hours while I had the sitter.

Saturday through yesterday: both babies got very sick. Oliver started running a fever on Saturday morning...102 that promptly escalated to 104 by the afternoon. The doctor told me to go to the ER. Obviously there was nothing they could do except let me know I wasn't giving enough Tylenol. DOH. Anyhoo, after 1000 doses of Tylenol and Motrin both boys seem to be getting better.

(Not going into details because I might claw my eyes out remembering, but dealing with a two year old that doesn't feel well is akin to rolling the stone up the hill all day or getting your innards poked out by birds all day or standing in water while you're dying of thirst and not being able to bend down and take a drink. I SHIT YOU NOT, people. Between the howling, the holding, the hitting, the throwing and the banging of the head, I almost had a nervous breakdown).

And this people is why I hate February. And this is why I may have to bring back "Sarah's Songs: The February Mix tape."

Today a run is planned. Check back for details of a brutal ass kicking.