Sunday, February 08, 2015

Sick or not sick? That is the question

I spent most of last night at the toilet, shivering uncontrollably, and doing unmentionable things, but otherwise feeling fine. By that I mean that I didn't have a fever. Still, I was mighty uncomfortable.

When I felt things were finally over I crawled back into bed and texted Andrew to tell him that I'd been up half the night being sick. I realize he was right there beside me, but the man is an absolute zombie when he wakes up. You can't tell him anything (or things like this happen) because chances are high that he's still half-asleep and dreaming until he's been awake for a good ten minutes.

The only time—the only time—I've ever seen him jump into action after being torn from his sleep is that one time I was 33 weeks pregnant and screamed from the bathroom, "Help! I'm bleeding!"

That is the one time.

And even then he didn't quite ask me what was going on until we were halfway to the hospital.

I've just learned to not wake him up for much. I mean, occasionally I do, like if multiple children are throwing up in the middle of the night. And I'd probably wake him up if the house was on fire or something. But even that one time I woke him to tell tell him I was hearing screaming he just patted me sloppily on the head, assured me it was the wind, rolled over, and went back to sleep...when what it really was was our neighbour being chased around by her knife-wielding mentally-unstable brother-in-law.

Super oops (but don't worry; someone else helped her).

So last night I just texted him to explain how sick I'd been. He read them after his alarm (and a couple of snoozes) went off and since I was awake (because I'm usually more disturbed by his alarm than he is) he asked me how I was feeling and suggested that I stay home and rest while he braved church with the three kids alone.

That was an excellent plan, truthfully, because I don't think there was any way I could have peeled myself out of bed.

And then he asked an interesting question: "Is this a side effect of your shot?"

I hadn't even thought about it so I just said, "I dunno. Maybe."

Both nausea and diarrhea are listed as possible side effects, but I suppose any number of things could have caused to my little problem as well. I mean, I got the shot on Friday morning and didn't have any nausea until Saturday night...so...

"Are you going to get up or are you going to stay home today?" he asked. "Why don't you just stay home today?"

"Yeah," I said, and pulling an Andrew I rolled over and went back to sleep and didn't get up until church was nearly over.

All I know is I was so miserable last night and so tired this morning and I'm so grateful Andrew took the kids to church by himself today.

*****UPDATE*****

I'm still so grateful Andrew took the kids to church by himself today even though Rachel's skirt was on inside out the entire day and Miriam wore a dress that is approximately three sizes too big for her—things I didn't find out until everyone came home from church.

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