Finally! Today I am not sick. It's been a two week journey with what I'll refer to as "the plague." First came the virus, or maybe a bacteria I didn't inquire too deeply. It came with congestion, a runny nose (that's a technical term) and a cough. I thought it would last a day or so and then petter out. I was wrong! That night I shook with the chills and a fever. I hardly left the bed for the next three days. Then, as happens in families, someone else got sick - Matteo.
You really get a good idea of someone's personality when they're sick. It turns out that Matteo has a flair for the dramatic. I'm not terribly surprised. My daughter has the gift too. I'm certain that she got it from her dad's side of the family. While I was sick, Matteo had a man-cold. For three days he just moaned, not cried, moaned. He wouldn't sleep unless he were being held, and then only for a half-hour at a time. He would only take a bottle, no solid food. And at all times he wanted his back to be rubbed gently. He was rather pitiful and it was very hard not to feel sorry for him.
By the end of the weekend I was starting to feel better. My fever had broken and I was out of bed. Things were looking up. Except that while the fever and cough were gone my sinus' were getting worse. By Tuesday morning a visit to the doctor confirmed a sinus infection for me and an ear infection for Matteo. Yippee! I briefly wondered if it could get worse and then put that thought out of my mind. Things can always get worse but I wanted things to get better. With the help of modern medicine, several dozen sinus rinses and another week we recovered. Fortunately neither my husband or daughter got the plague and it looks like were in the clear. Now all I have to do is catch up with all the things that I haven't done in the last two weeks. It almost makes me want to climb back in bed.
