Sick

I am sick. I've been sick for a couple of weeks now, but it really seemed like no big deal until this week when my body decided to go hard core with the whole 'flu' thing, apparently Friday, (Havah's Birthday) was planned as the great culminating event- full on labor (yes I mean like childbirth) in my head.

Now I can tell Cori thinks I'm crazy for comparing my impacted ear, swollen glands and sinus infection to labor, but women out there, you know that feeling of a contraction when you think it's never going to end, that if it doesn't stop soon you might just die, and right when you reach that point, the pain ebbs. Not disappears, your body just gives you that slight release for just a few moments, so you can go on... well that is what my head felt like Friday night and Saturday.

I am not very good at being sick. I hate going to the doctor. Not because I dislike doctors, they don't freak me out or anything... I just hate paying them. Consequently I wouldn't go into the ER on Friday night, because the ER is more expensive than the urgent care, and my poor sweet husband, who (since my mother died) is a little freaked out by 1) Ear infections (her cause of death) and 2) my being ill, waited until Saturday to take my cheap stubborn self to the doctor.

Saturday morning, Cori had an appointment with his Elders Quorum Presidency at the Boise Temple. I could tell he didn't feel comfortable leaving me, but I told him I would be fine with the girls and he should go.

This was a mistake.

About 11 o'clock, I found myself in my underwear and bathrobe on the living room floor, tears streaming down my face, my ear was hurting to terribly. Lilly sat in my lap and snuggled me, and my sweet Havah talked to me, "My poor Momma, why are you crying? Don't cry." I told her, "Havah, my ear is hurting, so bad it makes me cry."And then she looked into my barely open eyes and said in the sweetest kindest way, " Oh, my sweet Mommy, I will make you better. Here let me rub your face." She put a little hand on each of my tear streaked cheeks and so very softly rubbed them away. 

Cori found me there on the floor with the girls when he got home. He had called Melissa to come and take care of the girls while he took me to the doctor. My dad drove her through the snow and she loved on my babies while I was listening to the MD who looked in my ear, gasp, "AUGH! That is not good!" Which can be translated to mean, "You are so lucky that your eardrum hasn't burst yet!"

She put me on some antibiotics, steroids, psudophedrine and ibuprophen, and now my brains have turned into a clear liquid that is running out of my ear. Which I am taking to be a good sign, because the more runs out, the better my head feels. So hopefully *fingers crossed* I should be up an at um again next week.

Until then, I guess I'll just bask in the beauty of Cori volunteering to deep clean the kitchen, and if that doesn't sound like life after labor... I don't know what does.