On Saturday, hubby came down with a rather nasty cold. Lately the colds we get aren’t the “typical” colds that we used to get while we were young: vomiting, runny nose, sore throat, etc. Instead they are more like mind games where you start to wonder if something isn’t seriously wrong with you. Maybe we’re just getting older so it effects us differently…or maybe we’re just worn down and it isn’t a cold at all. The symptoms of this latest cold are all sorts of strange aches and pains, lots of coughing and you feel the phlegm but nothing really comes up, lack of appetite, cold chills & sweats, and just being generally exhausted and overall miserable.
Most of the day Saturday, hubby actually slept on the couch. This is pretty much unheard of because he’s just not a napper…which immediately told me he really must be feeling bad. On the walk with the dog in the evening, he looked like he might pass out and he collapsed on the couch again when we got home.
Sunday morning wasn’t all that different and we both slept pretty late. He was feeling a little better and we actually managed to clean up a few things around the house but nothing major. To this point, I wasn’t really feeling sick which was pretty surprising to me. This was probably the point at which I cursed myself…
Monday morning, hubby surprised me by calling in sick to work. Again, that’s just something he doesn’t do. He feels guilty about it all day long, regardless of how sick he is, and therefore rarely does it. But he’s travelling to London on Wednesday to see customers so he needed to gather his strength for that escapade. He did manage to do a bit of work from the couch as well, preparing his presentation for his meetings on Wednesday.
As for me, Monday morning I started feeling the effects of this cold. After he called in to work, we both went back to sleep and slept until 9 am. This may not sound too late to most people but for us, it’s very late. Hubby usually wakes up at 5.40 and leaves the house by 6.30 am. We also went to bed the night before at about 9:30 (unheard of for us) and still managed to sleep almost 12 hours. Usually my internal clock simply shuts off after 8, max. 9 hours, and I can’t go back to sleep at all…but not this morning. Thankfully the dog has gotten more lenient with us about going out and having breakfast so we were able to sleep mostly interrupted.
So we’ve been recuperating today and hope that we will be fit for the next approaching weekend. Maybe we’ve just been pushing ourselves a bit too hard over the last few weeks…we’re not spring chickens anymore lol. We are just hoping now that we can get healthy again quickly so life can resume as normal…and hopefully the cold season will be ending soon. We still have a lot of work to get done around here, after all.
