Flu Bug and Forgetfulness

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February 17, 2016

Such a long and exhausting day with many ups and downs. And, for my husband and I, the night is just beginning.

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This morning started off to a great start! I got the new website up and running, my husband got his website started, and I had plans to pick up my youngest daughter from my mom’s house after a four day stay with her.

On the way home from picking her up, I saw the store Aldi near my home. Whaaat?? Yes, Please! I love that store! We had a great time shopping for some produce and kitchen gadgets. It was a successful trip.

This is where my day takes a slight turn.

I called to check on my dad (he was released from the hospital yesterday), and he told me I was suppose to take him to the doctor’s this morning. I completely forgot. Like, forgot to the point of not even remembering that I said I would do it today. I remember telling my older sister (who lives with my dad) that I would take him to a few appointments while she worked, but that was two weeks ago, and I never got days/times written down. And I didn’t receive a phone call yesterday reminding me of the appointment.

These are the times I resent my chronic illness. I’ve always been the one to remember dates, times, events, etc without any reminder. Nowadays, I can’t remember why I walked into a room, or forget what I’m talking about mid-sentence. It’s so aggravating.

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I know my dad understands, and I did call my sister to let her know she needs to remind me the day prior to an appointment. It still makes me feel guilty, less than, embarrassed, and overwhelmed.

When I tell someone I’m going to do something, I try my hardest to do it. I even bought a birthday cake from the local bakery after I ordered it and couldn’t have the party. Yeah, I’m that pressed about keeping my word.

Not keeping my word causes inconveniences on others’ parts. Because I failed to take my dad to an appointment, others had to rearrange their plans to take him. I do not like that. No, I don’t stretch myself thin to get obligations on my part done, but I do my best to keep it. And when I’m not able to keep it, I like to reschedule, rearrange, or what have you to accommodate everyone involved.

The rest of the day was smooth until my youngest son came home from school. Apparently, he had been feeling sick all day at school, but was too scared to tell his teacher. It’s his first year at school, so I understand the hesitation. When he got home, he began to vomit, and has done so since. His fever is up, and his doctor’s office closes early on Wednesdays.


He is so miserable, and I feel so bad for him. I read somewhere that rubbing toes helps people to feel better, so I rubbed his toes while he laid on the couch. Earlier in the day I rented the new movie Pan so we let the kids stay up a little later than normal to watch it. The movie was good, by the way, and I recommend it. Warning: It’s a long one! haha

I made a small bed on the floor next to my bed so I can monitor my little sick one throughout the night. I get scared when my kids get sick. I remember how sick I was when I was younger. Always, always sick, and always, always wanting my mom. She babied me when I was sick, and it made me feel better even when I was a teenager.

So when our night is usually coming to a close at this time, it’s just starting. It may be a long night, but, like all things, it will pass.

Disclaimer: Please understand that everyone is different in their journey with fibromyalgia and/or chronic illness. This is my journey, my stories, my vulnerability to share with you in order to help in some way. It is in no way to compare my journey with yours or to minimize your pains, feelings, or experiences. Please do not comment with any negativity.

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