I was going to do a great retrospective post, filled with memories of the past year and links to my favorite posts and resolutions for the coming year. But I just don’t have the energy. The kids, who won’t share cookies or toys, are sharing germs left and right. Ella kicked off the fun by being sick on Christmas with what the doctor decided was a upper-respiratory virus.
Now Lily has it. I came home from Ella’s climbing practice Thursday night to find Lily flat on the floor, bundled into a sleeping bag, running a fever of 102. Yesterday morning she had perked up significantly, but then spiked a fever in the afternoon. We had invited the neighbors over for our traditional New Year’s Eve potluck, and I had to beg one of the neighbors to host instead. Lily spent the rest of the day ensconced in our bed, reclining on a pile of pillows while watching movies on the laptop, coughing her lungs out.
To add insult to injury, I’m in the midst of the worst asthma flare-up I’ve had in years. It’s bad enough that my normal regimen of medicines isn’t working. So now I’m on a five-day course of prednisone. I don’t do well on prednisone. Instead of making me feel better, the stuff makes every joint, down to my knuckles, ache. It also winds me up so much that I buzz around the house, doing lots of stuff, none of it well. And forget about sleeping. The last time I had to take prednisone, the doc gave me a prescription for ambien, and I made several phone calls I still have no memory of. So I’m skipping that option this time.
All this whinging is a long way around to saying that I’m spending the first day of 2011 hunkered down in survival mode, hoping that everyone is healthy in time for school on Tuesday.
Happy New Year to all of my readers. Thank you for stopping by and leaving comments. I treasure all of them. May 2011 be a happy, healthy year for you.