I’m going to be blunt. The last month has been horrible. The school holidays we just had have gone on record as the worst school holidays ever.
“Why?” you ask?
Because our home was overrun with germs, viruses, sicknesses, lurgies and bugs. That’s why. They stomped their way into our house, got comfortable, and have only just started to leave after hanging around for a month.
It started innocently enough. I got a cold. No big deal. I can cope with that. I had the extra boxes of tissues stocked up, cold and flu tablets in the first aid kit, and a couple of freezer meals stashed for just in case I don’t feel up to cooking. I got this.
That passed, then the kids got the cold. Still not the end of the world, but now we’re dealing with two unwell kids. Then my husband got sick. He got a raging fever and ended up in bed for three days. Not fun.
Then the rock rolling down the hill turned into a boulder that took out everything in its path.
Our toddler got croup and we ended up at the after hours GP getting steroids and making the dash to the late night chemist before it shut. His croup hung around with his nasty cold, the germs just fermenting in our house. He then got another virus and then an infection. Poor little guy is just miserable at this point, and I can’t blame him.
Our six year old got a vomiting bug and spent four nights vomiting, and the days in bed with a temperature.
My husband and I are starting to struggle about here. Sleep deprivation, clingy sick kids and we’re starting to feel not so crash hot again.
Then it happens. I get sick. The fraying edges are now torn apart.
Never before have I felt so awful. And that is even when I remember back to having glandular fever, whilst being a temporary single parent with a baby as my husband was away.
Turns out I got full-blown influenza. I lost 4kg in four days and couldn’t get out of bed. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck and was surprised there were no bruises as I ached all over. My husband was still recovering from being sick himself. So he’s at home looking after me and the kids, whilst trying to rest too. The massive food shop I’d done before getting sick was rapidly diminishing. We were too sick to go and do a normal grocery shop. We were having random things for dinner. Whatever we could stomach. Cereal? Sure thing. Crackers and a few pieces of mandarin? No problem. The kids ate porridge and yoghurt every. single. day. At least they were eating something.
We were also experiencing what the weather man was referring to as the “Antarctic vortex”, an insanely freezing cold front that Australia’s east coast was being buffeted by. We could see snow from our back deck. It took me five days to be able to walk outside to see it, but it was there.
We were like sick, semi-hibernating bears, curled up inside with the heater on, sad looking tracksuits covered in snot, plague signs hanging from our front porch – warning neighbours and friends to keep their distance. Our vaporiser was bubbling away like a cauldron, the scent of eucalyptus permeating throughout the house. Although none of us could smell it as our noses were so stuffed up…
The school holiday activities I’d so carefully tried to plan went out the window. There were no playdates. No trip to the zoo. No going ten pin bowling. Not even a baking day. We did have a lot of tv time, did paint with water activity books (a God send), and the roll of Ikea paper was rolled out across the floor and stuck down and the kids went nuts on it with crayons, pencils and stickers. They had hours of fun with that!
The fog of germs is slowly lifting from our house, and this is when my OCD tendencies go into overdrive.
The washing has been done. The sheets have been changed. Windows have been thrown open and rooms aired out. Its only 6 degrees outside, but the windows and doors are being opened to flush the sick air out and fill the house with clean, fresh air. Surfaces have been scrubbed and sprayed. Our weekly meal plan has been filled out again. The dogs have been walked.
Our routines are starting to be put back into place. My brain is actually feeling like it is at about 70% performance level now and I can kind of get some writing done. I can text my friends back and start replying to emails. I can read blogs and be able to make sense of the words on the screen!
I’ve realised I don’t cope well with being unwell. I can handle others being sick and looking after them, but I hate being sick myself.
So now I’m back, I’m kicking life in the pants and getting things back on track. Those few weeks were a complete write-off and I’ve got some catching up to do 🙂
Have you been sick this winter? What are your tips for staying healthy?
Did you have snow near you during the crazy Antarctic vortex?
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