We survived...

the Swine Flu.

Or I guess if you are being politically correct, the H1N1 virus. I think swine flu sounds more fun, doesnt it?

It started a few weeks ago when Sidney came home from school and within a short bit had a fever. I have always taught my children to share, and share she did. I was sick the next day, but we seemed to have gotten a mild case of it. I was even considering sending Sidney to school on Friday (it was her Halloween party) but wanted to be cautious and kept her home. By Friday evening it came back with a vengence. Mine came back Saturday afternoon. Sidney ended up missing Trunk R Treating and Trick or Treating. We were dropping Courtney off at a friend's house on Halloween night, and on the way home Sidney pressed her little sick face against the window watching other kids walking around in their costumes. She wanted to know if we could go to "just one house". Hopefully her cheerleader costume will fit again next year :/

Mark was out of town that week, lucky for him. So I suffered with Sidney in silence. Okay we did moan a little and made Courtney get us drinks and treats. When Sidney and I were home by ourselves, we would flip to see who had to get up and retrieve whatever necessary items were needed for our comfort. My bedroom became a triage center. Humidifiers with lavender, eucalyptus oils, Vicks, kleenex, medicine and lots of drinks on the bed side tables. Each day I would crawl out to the barn and flip the cows a bale of hay, feed the horses, our new stray cat and our dog, Lucky. I am sure my husband fully appreciated my sacrifice, even though I lost a hay hook (hope the cows didn eat it) and the wind blew all the hay strings all over the place, I know he fully appreciated my pain and sacrifice so he could hang out with his brother and dad. I am sure that one day he will come home with a big bunch of flowers, bend down on one knee and cry at my feet and express his undying love for me. I am sure that is going ot happen any day now.

Long story short, with a hefty cough, I lived to tell the tale. I really want a t-shirt that says "I survived the swine flu".

Maybe this one...


Or this one...


Or maybe this one...

Reminds me of something my son, Coty, said. He ran cross country and several marathons. When asked if he liked running, he said "no, I just like the t-shirts". So no, I didn't enjoy the swine flu, but dang it, I deserve the shirt.