Still Sick

Kinda gross so I apologize in advance.  Last night I went to sleep before 10pm.  I genuinely cannot remember the last time that happened.  Definitely years.  I had been cold (probably a result of a fever) and was layered up.  It took practically no time for me to pass out.  I had a very vivid dream (I think related to making videotapes of events related to the book I was reading ... sadly I cannot remember details) and awoke at 1am.  Knowing I was not going to get back to sleep, I went into the living room to allow D the opportunity to sleep and finished reading my book (I'll post a review another time).  By 2am I had finished and back to bed for me.  I was no longer cold and took off all the extra layers.  There I stayed until 12:20ish pm.

You'd think I'd feel rested and ready to go...you'd be wrong.  Now the congestion has spread to my sinuses.  D and I went to the store to get some milk.  And some medication.  I am now taking Robitussin for chest/cold.  I have noticed a slight improvement.  Every slight cough is less likely to turn into a full blown cough.  Here's hoping another day and I'm repaired (ha!).

I have a few important things I am working on but only one that would require my presence in the office on Monday.  I may wind up having to make an appearance, make a few phone calls, then head home.  I am hoping not.  Too much to do!

No Real Blog Tonight

So my lovely hubby D decided his germs were lonely and wanted another body to infect ... mine.  As such I am feeling very ill and not up to blogging.  So good night dead blog world.  Hopefully this weekend I will recoup.  Too much to do to skip work today and too much to do on Monday to skip so I have to rally.

As a side note, when D got sick I joked after the night of no sleep that I would make him sleep on the sofa. D doesn't seem to catch my germs but I caught his.  Which means the next time he gets sick ... he's sleeping on the sofa!

Am I Allowed To Be Tired?

I am not a mother.  I do not own a house.  I have fish but no pet that demands to be walked or requires a lot of attention.  I have a husband who does *help* around the house.  And yet there are times, like now, when I am tired.  Exhausted.  Amazed I am still functioning.  But it makes me feel guilty, or ashamed.

Why should I get to be tired?  I have it relatively easy.  I can go to sleep when I want and wake up when I want (although work kinda dictates when I wake up).  If I want to take a nap, I can.  I don't have someone or someones demanding my attention.  I only have to cook food for two people.  I also work with people who at times can have very difficult and demanding lives.  In comparison, I have it easy.

It goes back to something I've thought before: no matter how happy you are, someone else is happier, and no matter how bad things are, someone else has it worse.  (There was a girl I knew when I was younger ... let's call her N.  She was always trying to 'up' other people.  No matter how good a day you had, she had a better one.  No matter how bad things were, it was worse for her.  I only beat her once.  She said she had one tooth pulled and I'd had four teeth pulled.  She then turned to me and said "Sara, it's not a contest."  Oh irony. Anyway, back to my blog...)  Does that mean we aren't allowed to feel what we are feeling?

I am still allowed to be tired.  I am still allowed to feel what I feel.  Even if my "bad" could not in any way compare with your "bad," does that make it "less" bad?  I say no.

And yet ... there are days when I still feel guilty.  There are days when I feel as though I shouldn't be allowed to be bad.  People tell me "it will be worse when you have kids."  Maybe so.  That doesn't mean I am not tired.

TV Time is my Time

I love D.  I love my work.  I love my family.  But I need my downtime.  I need a chance to relax.  I need to decompress.  I have two means of doing so: reading and watching TV.  No, television is not the most useful or insightful way to spend your time.  But it is my relaxer, not yours.  It is my method of calming down after a stressful day.

So how does D accommodate me?  Does my perfect husband give me quiet during that time?  Does he allow me to watch my shows with my full attention?  Nope!  That is when he decides to have conversations.  Maybe I should have conversations with him during his quiet time?  His earphones are in right now inevitably listening to some music.  Should I interrupt him?

We need to work on this people!

(Disclaimer: of course talking to my husband is more important than TV so I always mute it when D starts talking ... just wish he'd wait for commercials or a more convenient time!!!)

Dinner Time!

Tonight was another chicken experiment.  I made one of my favorite weight watchers recipes: herbed pesto chicken with linguini.  I took pictures but my camera is acting up so I cannot post today.  However, let me tell you, it is yummy!  And unbelievably easy.  I would recommend cutting up the chicken into bit size pieces and adding it to a bowl of pasta.  Since the sauce is mostly dried, I would recommend drizzling just a bit of EVOO over the top.  Super yummy!

Enjoy!

Dinner

So tonight was fish with brussel sprouts.  I finally remembered to take pictures of the fish!  They are yummy packets from Sea Cuisine.  Our ultimate favorite is Parmesan Encrusted Tilapia followed by Lemon Pepper Tilapia as a close second.  After looking at their website I am wishing our store stocked Macademia Nut Tilapia!  My brussel sprouts: cut off ends and cut in half, discarding extra leaves.  As you cut them, place them in a large ziplock bag.  Place a few T of EVOO and a few T of balsamic vinegar along with a pinch (or two) of sea salt into the bag.  Move everything around so it is coated.  This can marinate as long as you want.  350 degree oven for 25-30 minutes, shaking the container 1/2 way through to move them around.

Parmesan Crusted Tilapia

Lemon Pepper Nutritional Info

Took a bit before I remembered to take a picture!

A Sick Hubby

My husband has been sick for the better part of a week.  Congested mess.  Earth shattering sneezes.  Poor guy.  Last night was torture.  More for me than him.  When he came to bed around 1:30am (because even though he is sick he refuses to stop working until the wee hours of the morning) he woke me up to tell me there hadn't been an announcement about my office closing yet (it didn't but I decided to work from home ... our neighborhood doesn't view plowing snow as a priority!).  Then for the next 5 hours his sneezes, coughs, congested breathing (D is not usually a snorer) kept re-waking me up.  Now I know he is the sick one.  And during the day it is he who suffers.  But last night?  As my lovely husband slept peacefully through the congestion/nasal symphony he produced, it was I who had it worse.  Way worse.  I am functioning today.

But barely!

What do you do when your spouse is sick?