We are the sick house.

I even made tomato soup tonight in the hopes that symbolic comfort food would get my family through to the weekend.

This week was the culmination of many different ailments at the Savings in Seconds house.  Calgon, take me away!  My sister brought dinner last night to get us through the worst of it.  I was ever so grateful because in the aftermath of taking care of everyone, I just didn’t have the time or energy to cook.

First, my husband had his second kidney-stone surgery in less than three months.  Poor guy.  I don’t know if his body decided to become a kidney stone factory or what, but he’s been in misery for what seems like forever.  We’re hoping that the surgery did the trick, although he’s been drinking water like a fish for the past two days trying to pass what’s left.  His pain medication nauseates him, yet he can’t go without it because the pain makes him sick to his stomach, too.  Catch 22.  I help him get up and down into the bed, to the bathroom, or whatever else he needs, hoping that it’s enough to help him recover.

Next, my daughter was sent home from school.  We think she had a reaction to a medication she was taking, although her fever seemed to suggest that she had a virus. The 103-degree fever lingered for days. Normally she’s a very perky little girl but the fever reduced her to laying in the bed all day long.  It was sad and scary.  Her doctor wasn’t sure what was wrong and I was half expecting the CDC to show up and quarantine us.  It wouldn’t have been the worst thing; at least then I could have finished reading my book.

My son has some kind of cold or virus festering.  I’m ignoring it as long as possible, hoping he’ll bounce back. He has that neon green crust on his nose that makes me want to bathe him in antibiotics.  Will the weekend be enough to purge it from his system?  Let’s cross our fingers, shall we?

Even the dog is sick today. Someone fed her something akin to toxic waste; her gas is putrid and makes us want to flee the room.  I suspect my son, who seems to share “one for me, one for you” with most of his food. No wonder she wants to lay under his feet at the table.

You’d think that all of this illness would make me run for the hills.  But it doesn’t.  I have my moments when I just want to drink a cup of hot tea and pretend that they’re all snug in the bed for a long winter’s nap and not because they’re confined to it.  But really, I have so much to be grateful for.  My family isn’t feeling well, but I still have my family.  We’re so fortunate to have a roof over our heads and a way to take care of our needs.  I’m even thankful for the sweet dog despite her poisonous emissions.  When I say TGIF, I really do mean it. Thank God for my blessings.