It's official. I can now say with certainty that I am sick. I have been in denial for weeks, making excuses for the scratchy throat, the itchy nose, the watery eyes. But yesterday, I could no longer ignore the aches and pains. I had an earache.
On Halloween night.
Right before trick or treating.
I would have been perfectly content with staying home, curled up in bed, watching some sappy movie (I watched My Sister's Keeper yesterday afternoon; a sure sign of impending sickness...). But, alas, I have children. Boys who love to dress up on Halloween, and beg for candy that they don't eat, but will inevitably make my ass larger than it needs to be.
I downed two aspirin and went trick or treating with Buzz Lightyear, and two Harry Potters.
The only treat I wanted was my bed and Nyquil. Not necessarily in that order.
I survived. I came home. My husband took one look at my pathetic carcass and commanded me to get a shower and go to bed.
Since he rarely commands me to do anything, I did just that and collapsed until this morning.
Flash forward to this morning. Body still aching, but not quite as bad, I decided to go to work. It was a Teacher's Planning Day. John suggested I stay home.
My husband doesn't understand the finer points of teaching. You NEVER take a day off on a Teacher Planning Day.
I went to work. I went to yoga. I did my first ever, assisted, hand stand.
Me. The girl who could not roll on a mat in elementary school because I would get dizzy.
Me. The girl that can run nine miles in under two hours.
And I can't wait to do it again.
By the way, I feel so crappy that I actually went to one of those clinics within the Pharmacy. And while they swabbed and tested, I do not have anything that antibiotics can cure.
Just plenty of fluids, a decongestant, aspirin every six to eight hours and rest.
The yoga class and an assisted handstand count, right?