Muddling through the Mud

I awoke this morning to a strange occurance.. the first thought on my mind wasn't "ouch". I mean, I was in a bit of pain, but it was manageable.

Yesterday, after starting the antibiotics, I woke up to my head throbbing so hard, my throat dry and scratchy, my lips chapped and sticky and my lungs burning fire. I called Brie hoarsely and she came running (my sweet little girl is so good to me sometimes) and she goes "Mommy, what's wrong?" I tell her "Mommy needs her medicine, honey. Can you help me?" She runs downstairs and gets me some water, my robitussin with codeine and the advil. I take it all and force myself to swallow the liquid down my throat which felt like sawdust and then I passed back out.
I wake up about 20 minutes later to hear Brie trying to get Justin out of bed. He's kicking and screaming and mad because he doesn't want to get up, and she's frustrated because she's only trying to help me. I crawl out of bed and lurch to his doorway and tell him "It's time to get up, so get up now and get dressed please" I go downstairs to once again pass out on the couch.
Then my other saving grace of the day enters into the scene.. Bill. He comes in the front door, sees what needs done then whisks the kids off to school to let me get some much needed rest. I slept and slept and slept and then slept some more. I woke long enough to get more advil.
But then 2 oclock happens and Bill is still sleeping upstairs. I climb the stairs to see if he is getting up and get to the top step to have the room start spinning. I can't catch my breath and I start to sob thus making it harder for me to breathe. (Oh how pathetic I was)
I pulled myself together long enough to get Justin from school and came home to lay down again. It was like my body knew it had permission to finally get better and was fighting off having to do anything to hinder the healing.

Bill wakes up in time to get Brianna and then comes home with stuff to make tacoes. When it was ready, I go to sit at the table and try to be upbeat and jump up to get some forks for everyone. The walk from the table to the kitchen drawer happened too quickly and my lungs decided not to play nice. Once again, the room spins and the dry heaving starts. Why I start dry heaving every time I'm short of breath, I don't know. It's some kind of wierd response. Bill helps me sit down and now I'm not even hungry, but I know I have to try. Why? Because it is our 6th wedding anniversary and I wanted atleast something to go right today.
We begin to eat and Bill makes a joke and I start to laugh which gets me coughing and gasping for air again so what do I do? I bawl.

I am feeling so pathetic these days.

So this morning I decided this wasn't going to beat me. I woke up on my own, (Brianna brought me some advil though)and got the kids ready and walked all the way to the school and back and guess what... IT SNOWED!!!! Big fluffy, wet, snow flakes!
They didn't last long and melted as soon as they touched the ground, but I saw snow this morning.

Now I am back home, warm and on my couch and debating on taking more medicine. I'm coughing and my lungs hurt, but I want to stay awake to do some christmas shopping when Bill gets done with the dentist.
Either way, I am alive and on the mend. Hopefully, even though Bill is leaving shortly after, that we all can have a nice Christmas together and celebrate his birthday in style.

Hopefully my next post, I will be mostly done with this pneumonia bull crap.