The Sickies Have Arrived

A few weeks ago, the Sickies began circling...

O developed a mild cold which kept him home from church one Sunday and school for a few days. He shared it with H, who stayed home from church the next Sunday and spent a few days sniffling and coughing. I thought the Sickies were taking their leave. Foolish thought, that.

Last week J was in Idaho, working late nights and experiencing stress. Once home, he spent Saturday guiding people up Spanish Fork Peak, waiting in a freezing cold cloud 4 hours till all summited who wanted to summit, and finally returning home and to the great indoors 16 hours after he left it. That very morning, O woke with a fever and a tickly, chesty cough. He has since shared his fever with J. They have spent the past 3 days in bed, coughing, being chilled, being hot, and being miserable. H, S, and I are valiantly trying to stay healthy. H is doing well, and I am amazed that he is not sick at all. H and O's beds face each other and they naturally fall asleep with their bodies turned toward their brother. Every time I hear O wake up coughing in the middle of the night, I can just see in my mind's eye the germs flying out of his mouth straight into H's. So far nothing, but time will tell... S has an iron immune system. He doesn't get anything, or if he does, it's gone in a day. Amazing. I am in denial about the cough that is trying to settle in my throat and chest. However, the undue fatigue that is creeping up on me is harder to ignore. So it is, that at 11:18 AM on a Wednesday morning, J, O, H, and I are crowded in our bed like sardines, taking a nap, restlessly coughing, blogging, and playing "I Spy," respectively. Hopefully that will soon change to: taking a nap, taking a nap, taking a nap, and playing "I Spy." We'll see. I'm thinking the Sickies are having a little too much fun with this family and that it's time they leave.