It's almost 5 a.m. ...

Wanna know what's new with us?  Want to hear some happy news?  

If you answered yes to the first question and no to the second, you're in the right place.

We're sick over here.  Monday morning last week, Logan went off to school, seemingly fine and dandy.  But, when the bus dropped him off that afternoon, the thing I'd allowed myself to falsely hope we'd avoid was staring at me, literally.  Logan's little pink gunky eyes were staring at me through an obvious battle of fatigue, and the fatigue was winning.  I had to carry him off the bus, he was so tired.

(After emailing the teacher to find out why they never called me to just come have him picked up, I guess I can believe that Logan wasn't showing any indication of illness until he came home.  But whatever.  I can't imagine any district anywhere would let a sick kid slide by for a day and put the rest of the kids at risk - mine got sick after all.  *Sigh*.   Brigitte, welcome to the reality of having a child in the public education system).

The week before as Logan was being dropped off from school, the bus driver informed me that a few students in Logan's class had pink eye.  Wonderful.  By the time Monday morning rolled around and no symptoms showed, I assumed Logan hadn't caught anything.  

Wrong.  I've never dealt with pinkeye before, so I don't know what kind of incubation period it has.  And boy is it gross.  He definitely had it.  I'll spare you the details.  So, we called the doctor and got an appointment to have Logan seen the very next day.  Doctor prescribed some antibiotic eye drops and assured us Logan would actually be all better, right in time to attend Thanksgiving dinner with the family without any problems.  

Well, he was right...sort of.  

Logan actually did improve very quickly.  Only, then I got sick.  And it wasn't (isn't) pinkeye.  In hindsight, I believe Logan may actually have had a little more serious illness that he just rubbed into his eye (which I now know is a very definite possible cause of pinkeye and the more likely reason as to why I'm not having any eye issues). 

Thanksgiving came around, Celia was with us, and I was super bummed about the now obvious scenario we found ourselves in: Everybody else was well enough to go celebrate the holiday with the rest of the family, but it looked like I would need to sit out.  So, Tyler offered to give me a blessing.  His dad drove up to help.  And after warning family and asking what they thought, I was able to attend Thanksgiving.  What a great family I married into!  I'm so glad they were all understanding and willing to risk their health to have me there with them.  Now a couple days later, no one has reported any signs of illness - so far so good.  I truly hope it stay that way.  

Because...

I feel like death.  Pretty sure this is the flu and a super horrible flu at that.  It must be laughing at me, because it has good reason to think it's winning this battle.  I've never felt so dreadful.  And I know some of these symptoms are ones where you hear things like "If [this] lasts longer than so many days, contact your doctor immediately."  But of course, it's now the weekend, and I don't think I'm going to die, so I'll wait it out til Monday before calling anyone I guess.  I can totally handle it, even though I don't feel like I can.

The good thing in this is how surprising well everyone else has been.  If Logan brought this home from school (which is the only explanation I can come up with), he's done remarkably well.  Other than the pinkeye, he's had nothing more than a slight cough at night.  Cross your fingers it doesn't develop into anything more severe.  Like what I have.  

Worst full body aches and chills of my LIFE.  Headaches.  My throat is on fire and it's been that way for DAAAAYYYUUUZZZ.  Every cough sends a pulse of dry shock down my throat.  I can't sleep because lying down makes my cough worse and more productive (isn't that an indication of possible pneumonia? I'm getting paranoid now).  So tired.  Voice is completely gone (thanks to that hour and a half phone call to Sprint YET AGAIN about their inability to be consistent - totally a whole 'notha story).

Tyler is starting to show some small signs of the flu, but Erica seems to be getting by completely fine.  Yay. 

Anyhow, I'm sure I'll live. I'll let you know.

On a happier note, we got our family pictures in the mail yesterday from our photo shoot with Erica Kirby Photography!   We love the pictures so much!  Here are a few of my favorites:

Aren't they just wonderful photos?  We are so blessed to know people with amazing talents.   Well good morning to you all....off to the kitchen.  Logan wants pasta for breakfast.