I’ve lost count how many times I’ve been sick since I went back to work. It seems like every time I finally kick a bug, I get a few days of clear nasal passages and then the tickle in my throat starts again.
I went 4 years without getting a single cold. Then I had a baby, and now it seems like I get every bug that makes rounds at the office twice. I don’t even think Isla is the one bringing in the germs. Honestly, she only gets sick every second or third round that I’m sick, and this one I know came from Kellen.
One of my coworkers theorized it’s because we moved to a new office while I was on maternity leave, and whereas before, I sat on the very edge of the cube farm and mostly avoided people, now I sit in the big middle of everyone and have to walk through a crowded building of cubicles just to get to my desk. Not cool, office admin. Not cool!
Either way, I’m sick of being sick. It’s not as if I have huge reserves of energy as it is, and being sick saps me of what little I have. I feel like a zombie, right down to being covered in green, drippy goo.
This time, everyone in the house got sick. It started with Kellen, moved to Isla, and then progressed to me. Also, Isla, after last month’s cold, developed hives, which apparently 30% of kids do in reaction to a cold. They lasted for 3 solid weeks after the cold passed, and now that this cold is on its way out, hives have popped up again. According to Kellen, who did the research on this one, apparently this is going to happen every time she gets sick.
On the one hand, I can’t wait for warmer weather and the end of cold and flu season. On the other hand, I spent all last summer being sick, too, so I don’t trust the summer to be a reprieve from illness.
Is this basically what I can expect of life for the next 20 or so years?