A Wasted Weekend in Bed

It began Friday morning: The alarm went off and I felt like I had been jarred out of the deepest sleep. I splashed my face with icy water and slammed a cup of coffee before waking Jordan, trying to shake the heavy cobwebs from my head. 

I returned home from dropping off Jordan and felt worse rather than better. Another cup of coffee down, I woke Jamie and sent him on his way. Still feeling thick headed, I sat down with the laptop to go through the morning emails. Within minutes I was nodding off sitting upright in the chair. 

As Jim left for physical therapy, I headed back upstairs to bed: An hour or so of sleep, I thought, would shake whatever had temporarily possessed my body, and I would awake feeling good as new.

Wrong. I awoke four hours later to every inch of my body hurting, from my head throbbing to my muscles aching. It felt like I had been run over by a large truck, picked up, then beaten by a baseball bat. No nausea (thank God), but I barely had the strength to walk from the bed to our master bath.

I spent what was supposed to be the Saturday we celebrated my birthday and Mother's Day in bed, sleeping the majority of the day, waking every so often to catch a fragment of whatever was playing on HGTV.

I remember Jordan and Jamie taking turns checking on me, bringing me water and kissing my forehead when they thought I was sleeping, and Jim feeling my cheek for a temperature and covering me with the blankets I kept kicking off. I woke long enough late Saturday evening to hear about Jordan and Jamie's days and eat part of a sandwich, and fall back into a deep sleep.

I woke this morning with a clear head but aching body, my joints stiff and sore. How is it possible that the bottoms of my feet hurt as much as my scalp? How deep are my hip sockets? Grateful to no longer have a headache, my brain feels like it can take on the world, but my body has other ideas.

As the weather is cloudy, damp, cold and generally gross today, we will spend it together playing Wii and coming up with ideas for summer break. As I write this I am beginning to feel sleepy again (God knows from what, typing sixty words per minute? Walking downstairs to get a cup of coffee?), but I'll give in, knowing that I don't have any more time to be sick beyond today. There's simply too much to do this week.