Day 4 of being sick. Ugh. One thing I've learned this weekend: I am not a couch dweller.
Scott and I both got struck by the same virus on the same day... and while I feel bad blaming my perfect little toddler for this, well, I'm blaming my perfect little toddler for this. I'm sure it's not the last time she'll take the blame for bringing the plague into this house either.
So for several days (since Thursday now) we've all been hacking and coughing. Moana is probably taking it the best. Amazing how little kids can be sick and you hear them coughing up a storm but it does not seem to affect their well being? She's still full of energy and ready to go go go. Men, on the other hand, turn into little babies when they're sick... we all knew this, right? Lots of drama and moaning if they are required to move from the couch for any reason. While Scott can hang out on the couch watching The History Channel all weekend, I myself, cannot.
I knew when I woke up this morning that this virus was still with me- it has invaded the deepest portion on my lungs and I feel it with every breath- but the thought of spending another day on the couch was overwhelmingly depressing. I do feel a bit better today so I think I'm on the upswing, and used that as my rationale for getting out on my bike for a little while this morning. I rode for a little over an hour... a glorious hour. I don't think I made myself any better (physically) by doing that, but I don't think I made myself any worse. And my mental state is better for the rest of the day so I'm glad I did it.
I have been a nut about my nutrition the last few days. I always eat pretty well, but since I've been sick I've been ALL ABOUT fruits and vegetables and other foods that are reported to boost your immune system. I do think that is quite helpful in bringing us back to health quicker, and I think it's working, because while Scott only had energy to watch something about WWII on TV, I felt up for taking Moana to the park to feed the ducks. She was mildly interested in the ducks, but what she was really interested in were the flowers. Flowers flowers flowers everywhere. The most often heard sentence around here lately is, "I want the pretty flower!" See?
I should take a cue from her. We could all stop and smell the flowers a little more, no?
Though it's probably not necessary to wear a helmet while doing so. Shhh. Don't tell Moana. I think it is exceedingly cute that she wants to wear her helmet all the time.
So check this out... I had to take a picture of this beautiful welt I got from that man-o-war on Friday morning. Sweet, huh? The pic is from 24 hours later. It actually doesn't hurt anymore, but the welt has still not disappeared.
I hope you all enjoyed the picture of my armpit.