Yes, that's right. I'm dying.
That's where I've been for the past week. Just dying.
The kids got sick and what I thought was allergies soon attacked all 4 of them, then me. Luckily only J and I got it bad-damn asthma. The other 3 are completely better now after more than 2 weeks of illness.
J and I spent the night in the hospital on Saturday, desperate to breathe. He's been taking some oral steroids to clear out his lungs. I couldn't have a chest x-ray to confirm, but the Dr. said he suspected I have pneumonia again. I had a fever for 10 days in a row. I coughed up blood. It was not pretty.
I'm on the mend now. I refused antibiotics (because of my previous battle with colitis caused by C. diff) so I'm still coughing up lots of nastiness and still have a fair amount of pain. I caved and finally took some of J's steroids just to get me through. I have been coughing so hard I can't stop heaving. Like I said, not pretty.
I seriously broke down and cried to Jason on Monday. I told him I was dying. I never cry. Ever. (Only when pregnant can something make me break down!) Did I mention Jason has been gone all week? He's been gone for 6 days but he's finally coming back tonight. Try taking care of 4 sick kids, fighting pneumonia, being dehydrated, and pregnant with twins at the same time.
Thankfully a good friend brought over dinner for us on Tuesday. I have not been to the store in 2 weeks. We have nothing left to eat! I haven't left the house at all since Jason left. I could have desperately used some colloidal silver but couldn't find anyone willing to run to the store for me.
I'm wondering how I'll get by when Jason leaves for OCS. I realized this week that I am not going to be able to do it by myself. No way. I started looking at houses in VA. I know, I know. I'm crazy. But at least if I'm crazy in VA I have people who will help me when I'm dying. People who can watch the kids when I'm coughing up blood on the bathroom floor. People who will no doubt drive me even crazier (Mom?!) but it might be for the best.
Only about 2 more weeks until we find out when Jason leaves.
I'm going to go cough up some more of my lungs now.
