Crazy Sick Month, Part 1

Spring has sprung in south Florida. Pollen is everywhere. My car is a strange shade of yellow. Benadryl is the drink of choice in our house these days. 

We have had the strangest month. Actually, it started in the beginning of February. When we arrived home from our trip to Tennessee (cousins's fabulous wedding), Stu got off the plane with some horrible congestion. Stu and my Dad. Strange that the pilot and copilot became terribly sick, but the passengers seemed completely unaffected. 

For that entire week, both men appeared to get worse. Stu suffered through work the first few days, but by Thursday, he couldn't handle a whole day. Friday I took him to the Urgent Care because he was complaining that it was difficult to breathe. He could not lay flat without basically gasping for air. The PA (a former student of mine, if that doesn't make me old, I don't know what does) diagnosed him with Bronchitis. 

My Turn

After Stu was back in the land of the living, I began to feel yucky. Great. It makes everything so much harder when Mommy is sick. Honestly, I am so tired that I can't recall all of my symptoms. I just know I was down and out for nearly a week. No fun.