Sick, and Sick AGAIN, and...!

It has been a challenging start to the year.  I just can't seem to get any traction!

After spending Christmas with That Girl and her family, I came home with what I assumed was the usual Creeping Crud courtesy of the Grands, a.k.a. the germ factories.

It seems I almost always come home with a LITTLE something after visiting Those People, but this one wasn't so little.  I started sneezing (an odd occurrence for me!) and blowing my nose, AFTER I returned home, of course.  Normally I just get congested with a sinus infection and it all drains down my throat and I cough like crazy to clear it all out.  (I know, TMI - sorry!)  But not THIS time!  I never really felt congested, but I blew and blew and BLEW my nose.  My word!  Where did it all come from?

I was exhausted.  I didn't want to get out of bed or take a shower.  I went through tissues faster than green grass through a goose.  I was thirsty all the time because fluids were leaving my body via the ol' Schnozzola.

And then came the day when I fixed some leftover soup for lunch.  It smelled great and was good and hot - just the thing for a pitiable sickie.  I took a bite and thought it needed salt   So I salted it.  I took another bite.  Well, it still needed salt.  So I salted it.  I took another bite.  What the heck?  It didn't taste like I had added ANY salt AT ALL.

I was so sick and exhausted, it didn't even occur to me until after few weeks and I was completely over it.

I may have had COVID.  

So I was sick for about a month.  Thank God it didn't last any longer. 

So... things should have returned to some sort of normal.

Well, no.  Other STUFF came up (doesn't it always???) which I won't go into right now (the post would be long and rambling, so let's just stick to the current point) and as a result, I decided to take a trip east (AGAIN) beyond Baltimore and Those People, but I figured why not stop in and see them.  It had been a couple of months, and the kids are fun to see.  So I stopped in both directions, going and coming back, one night going, and two coming back.  I would have only stayed one night heading home, but That Girl and her husband wanted to go out for the evening the second night, so I stayed and watched The Grands.  

Well.

As usual, all three kids were coughing, and the youngest had an icky nose.  And I got SICK.  

AGAIN. 

I started coughing almost the minute I got home.  UGH.  A few days later, I felt better.  I seemed better.  But over the following weekend, I got MUCH worse.  But it behaved like a "normal" sinus infection.  I went to the doctor that Monday and she concurred. I got antibiotics and went through a few more mountains of tissues.

And then I got a phone call.  "What are you doing this weekend?  We have tickets to the NCAA Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight games, and wondered whether you could..."

What do you think I said?  What should I have said?  Ponder that a minute.

What I said was, "I'm sick right now."  And, "No, I'm not driving back there for one night and then losing another month to being sick."  Or something to that effect.

Anyway, NO.

So am I a Bad Grandma?  

Maybe.  

Do I want to be sick again?

NO.

After all was said and done, I spent 7 weeks of the first quarter of this year SICK. 

And I'm not going through that again soon.