What the Heck Happened!?!

The title sums it up for me. I don't even know what to tell you.

Sometimes, I wonder if I will ever be a normal person. I mean, a person who gets up every day, can get their day started and go through it relatively successful. And then continue that for a month.

When I look back and see that I posted the day after Christmas, and realize that the following week, I was so sick, I barely got out of bed most times, I don't know how I am going to make it in this world. I mean, losing an hour is one thing, but a week!

It started with two cups of coffee two days straight. Sunday, the 28th was spent in the bathroom and in bed. Won't go into detail, just think, more than 16 times running down the hallway!

Maybe that sent my body in a tailspin. I remember talking to my enrollment counselor one day, my academic advisor on another, and then BAM!!! Migraines and a crazy sore throat. I couldn't even breathe right, talk right and any light whatsoever sent shock waves through my head. That went on for more than four days. Or maybe it was three. I don't know. I lost track of the time in there. I spent the days too fatigued to move. Too sore to swallow food and popping prescription Ibuprophen to keep the pain and swelling at a level so I could at least say hello to people. There was nothing to do for the fatigue. I slept morning, noon and night.

In hindsight, maybe it was an allergic reaction. We had done a thorough dusting and vacuuming of my bedroom that kicked up a lot of dust. I will now have Benadryl on hand to see if it will lessen the blow, but bascially, I crashed and burned for several days. It got so bad, my throat started closing up and I could feel air going back and forth. The allergy med kept the sinuses from blowing up, but the damage was done and I suffered in pain for a good bit. Missed most of New Year's Eve and New Years Day. Oh well, Happy New Year this 2009!

One good thing came out of this, though. My husband cooked! I mean, not take-out, not fast food, a real meal with a meat, starch and veggies. A whole salad no less! Basically, it was that or starve. Necessity is the mother of get up off of your butt, so he got up, got over his fear of burning down the house and made a fabulous dinner I was told!

So now, he CAN NOT say he can't do it or quickly reach for a menu. All of my men have to learn to be able to fend for themselves. You never know when those pesky dust mites will attack again and send me into a tailspin.

Just a quick note. School starts tomorrow and I am unprepared. No work done and still reading with eyes that are still recovering. Thanks, dust mites. I love you, too.