2007 is not off to an auspicious start.
I have been sick since New Year's Eve. I have what I call "Peace Corps Illness," a disease I have not had since, well, I was in the Peace Corps from 94-97.* I have a fever, chills, body aches, night sweats, general fatigue, lack of appetite. I have been home from work for the past two days. Thank goodness for day care; I have dropped the babies off each morning and then scurried home to go back to bed. All I do is pump and sleep. And eat, if drinking juice counts as eating.
I could feel better anytime and that would be fine.
Meanwhile, GH still has a mouth full of sores and ankles that are more swollen than mine ever were during pregnancy. We're a fine pair taking care of the twins while we try to take care of each other and ourselves. The poor twins--every minute they are awake I'm counting the minutes until they go to bed. Last night I had a chill so bad that my whole body was shaking and my teeth were chattering the entire time I was getting Riley ready for bed. I literally tucked him in and crossed the hall to my own bed where I passed out for hours.
Thank goodness the babies are sleeping so well, though.
Maybe I'll go back to work tomorrow. Maybe. We'll see how my fever does overnight. As luck would have it, my dad gets to town for a visit tomorrow night; an extra set of hands could not come at a better time than this weekend.
I would say that things can only get better, but that would be sheer folly.
* I should write a post sometime about the similarities between Peace Corps and the military. The parallels are endless, one of them being that whenever volunteers meet each other, we say our country and years of service, just like military members do. Or I think they do. So I say, "Gabon, 94-97."