On the evening of Monday, January 24th, I started coughing. C-Men and I were trying to get some bills paid, discuss some money stuff, and I suddenly couldn’t get through a sentence without interrupting it to cough. It was almost funny. I kept apologizing.
That was two weeks ago. The respiratory virus I had should be gone by now. The bacterial sinus infection I got on top of that should be gone by now. I should be able to get stuff done.
Instead, yesterday I changed all the sheets, did five loads of laundry, and cleaned the kitchen in addition to parenting solo for half a day so C-Man could get some rest, since he’s still recuperating from his bout with the virus…
…so today I spent almost all day in bed. There’s a sharp stabbing pain in the right side of my chest whenever I breathe deeply, cough, or use my right arm for much. And I still felt compelled to do some work tonight, since being out 1 day of each of the last 2 weeks has gotten me even further behind with job stuff.
Honestly, I just want to give up. On everything. Just go back to bed and make everyone leave me alone.
Also, I want to know how anyone without paid sick leave and health insurance (and helpful family in town) isn’t financially ruined by having 2 sick parents and 1 sick kid all at the same time for more than a week. Seriously, y’all.