It has hit the Franco home. Yep, we have the flu. Now, before you all start shrieking in terror and wondering if you should douse our house with Lysol, let me tell you, it isn’t the swine flu. It is just the normal, every day, average (I think that I am about ready to die) flu.
Holy Cow!!!! I can’t remember the last time I have been this sick! It started off with just a normal cough which I didn’t think much of. I am a HUGE supporter of Airbourne and (should really consider buying up a ton of stock in that company) that stuff usually knocks everything out of the ballpark. However, by Friday afternoon, this thing had knocked me not only out of the ballpark but, out of the world.
I am however, grateful that it happened on a weekend so that I could call in for reinforcements. Harvey was very nice and kept the kids out of my hair for the weekend. I survived on Diet Coke, liquid Lortab, Tamiflu and Crystal Light. Although, I am really grateful that I didn’t get all of the “yucky” symptoms that typically are associated with the flu, I have to say, I feel like I have been hit by a semi only to have the semi back up and hit me again!
This morning, I woke up to having my head only mostly filled with yuck to find that Kyra as sick as sick could be lying in her bed with a fever. So, off we went to the doctor’s office to get her a dose of Tamiflu and to get her on the road to recovery. There is nothing that adds insult to injury more than taking care of an extremely sick child when you are only working on 25% mental and physical capacity. So much for those darn flu shots that they keep raving about.
So, I am keeping Nena baby and I in solitary confinement until after we are up and going again. I am hoping that 1. My boys don’t get it. I don’t want any more miserable little ones! and 2. We are better by Thanksgiving. If not, we will be eating frozen Turkey dinners!