"Crap. I am pregnant again."
That is what I have been thinking all week long.
I am too tired. I should not be this tired. Why am I so tired?
I am too tired to make dinner. I am too tired to clean the house. Heck, I am too tired to even shower.
The only thing in my experience that I could come up with was pregnancy.
But then I learned something.
When the little air sacks in the bronchial tubes become inflamed, it makes it difficult for the body to get enough air. So the heart has to work twice as hard distributing oxygen throughout your body. Which makes you unbelievably tired.
And not pregnant.
But with Bronchitis.
At least that is the unofficial diagnosis.
So I have been sitting on the couch all last week. And weekend. And today. And probably for the rest of the week. Probably for the rest of this blasted sickness.
But the feeling tired and coughing up a lung is not the hard part. The hard part is leaving my family to fend for themselves. We have been enjoying pizza for dinner. Pizza and cold cereal and toast. Because I am too tired to get up and do anything.
But I do have bouts of energy, so the house does get cleaned somewhat.
However, the kids don't seem to be minding the lack of schedule. And at least they are having fun. That is important.