Saturday, February 19, 2011

Sick and Sad and Scared

I don't feel well. I don't have cancer. Our friend Carlo, a nice man and great baseball coach who's been fantastic with Angus has cancer. Susan from Toddler Planet has cancer. Patti's friend Denise has cancer. I'm just having a little go-round with the frailty of the body, and discovering that 'mind over matter' is largely a wagonload of horseshit, and it's unpleasant. I've had something respiratory sucking the energy out of me since January, and now something I'm taking for that -- my inhaler or the antibiotics or the cough stuff I take at night -- is making me unable to keep any food down for the majority of the day, and unable to move without feeling dizzy and really nauseous before I throw everything up. The kids are kind of worried and freaked out and I feel guilty about the stuff I can't do with them and frustrated and a little scared because I know it's probably nothing major but it's just so weird and I can't figure out what I should stop taking, or if I should just try not eating, and I felt like I was wrecking our long p.d. day-family day weekend. And really sick people feel like this for months at a time and I can't even imagine that -- except today I can, and it's scary.

So I had breakfast, then curled up in my chair feeling miserable for a while, then threw up breakfast, then laid down. The kids came home from baseball and Eve got back into her feet pajamas and tucked herself in beside me to read Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing while I dozed. She read me funny parts and patted my back when I coughed and once she giggled and said my tummy sounded funny. At the end of the book (spoiler alert) Fudge the little brother swallows Peter's (the big brother's) turtle, and everyone's really worried about Fudge and not about the turtle, and Eve was extremely indignant on behalf of Peter and the turtle. I could see her point. My husband went grocery shopping and came home and said he was broiling steaks and I couldn't stop him (because yesterday he was going to try to make hamburgers in the oven, and I stopped him). Then I got up and our next door neighbour came over to play with Eve so Matt and I watched Terminator 2 with Angus. And there was this elevator scene where the kid hands his mother a new ammo cartridge and Angus said "how sweet. The mother and son that know how to reload guns together", which was awesome because I was about to say the exact same thing.

You know where I'm going with this, right? I know -- how annoying is it that just when I'm about to work up a great load of self-pity, my kids are all charming and funny and telling me they love me every five minutes and they hope I stop barfing, especially when they can hear because that's, like, really disgusting.

How's your week-end going?

11 comments:

Amber said...

My weekend, it sounds like, is going better than yours.

I hope you feel better soon!

Nicole said...

Oh, that is so crappy. I just had a friend who was on antibiotics for something, and they didn't work except to give her diarrhea, then they put her on a different antibiotic and someone made an error and it was actually the same, non-working antibiotic until finally she was given this super strong one that worked, but made her nauseous, so she was sick with antibiotic-related stuff for four weeks.

Anyway, I hope the antibiotics are helping your respiratory stuff and glad your kids are so sweet and taking care of you. I loved LOVED Judy Blume books and I remember the turtle part. Poor turtle!

Pam said...

Crappy for you and no fair. I hope something works very soon 'cause you don't deserve this. I'm glad your kids are taking care of you and learning valuable skills like how to share ammo. They just don't teach that in school anymore.

The Empress said...

I hope you are better soon.

I know your life must be like mine, and I don't have TIME to be sick.

Ninja Mom said...

One of the hardest things about being sick - really sick, that is... beyond the symptoms and illness that we're used to, like the common cold - is the feeling that it's never going to end and that the way you feel now is the way you're going to feel for the rest of your life.

I have Meniere's syndrome, which means I can have sudden, severe vertigo attacks, along with after-effects (migraines, fatigue) that last for days. When these times happen, the incredibly icky physical symptoms feel like they are never going to go away and make me very prone to depression.

Why am I writing all about this? Hmmm. I guess because the physical symptoms do eventually pass. You will feel better. I just hope it's sooner than later, my friend.

The worst thing is to feel bad about being sick. This just makes everything worse. So give yourself a break and let yourself me loved & cuddled & snuggled & cared for by your family :)

Bridget said...

Hope you feel better soon! Glad you are getting taken good care of by your sweet kids.

If they're anything like mine, you wish they would be that sweet all the time, but with you feeling good so you can really enjoy it ;)

Mom of the Perpetually Grounded said...

I hope you feel better soon! There is nothing worse than when something drags out forever like that. Your Eve is such a sweet girl: )and I love it when my kids are thinking the same thing as me too!

My weekend? Cleaning out the corners and cobwebs that are finally driving me crazy and the girls are spending quality time with their dad wiping people out on Halo ; )

Kelly said...

I was sick from Dec-early Feb, but never actually went and got meds for The Suck. I know it's horrible, but at least you're being proactive.

I also know that feeling of not having a right to complain. I wish everything could be cured with rest and a round of antibiotics!

Marilyn (A Lot of Loves) said...

That sounds really terrible - the puking sick part, not the awesome kids part. I hope you feel better soon.

Magpie said...

Feel better.

And maybe don't read The Emperor of All Maladies - it has me convinced that I am riddled with cancer.

Patti Murphy said...

So sorry to hear about your friend, Carlo. That's frightening for him and his family. We're at an age when things can go terribly wrong very quickly. Then again. at any age things can get terribly shitty.

Sorry to hear about your illness.