In memory of my son, because every life leaves something beautiful behind...
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Yup, I've got it. I'm sick as hell and it hit me out of nowhere. I woke up feeling fine yesterday but with a headache and by three o'clock yesterday afternoon my chest was burning and I started coughing. Today when I got up, I noticed my lungs were feeling horribly tight and I was having trouble breathing so I went to the walk in clinic. Within minutes I had a surgical mask slapped on my face and I was being ushered into the washroom to wash my hands and then disinfect them with isogel. We had been on the waiting list to get vaccinated because I'm in the high risk group being in my thirties and having asthma but the doctor's office never called. So I've got it, I'm pretty sure Shane and the kids have both had it, at least Lorelei because she had three days of fever and now she's got the cough. Nevertheless, the walk in clinic had me call the house and get Shane to bring the girls down to get them vaccinated right away. So they've had their shots, I'm currently on Tamiflu and antibiotics plus a couple of inhalers and we're still waiting to get our shots. It's horrible, I feel awful right now. I'm exhausted and hot and coughing like crazy. Get your vaccinations, seriously, you don't want this flu.
I have decided to write about my feelings following the death of my only son in November 2008. I'm learning that grief is a process with good days and bad, a lonely road with new beginnings and unavoidable endings. It is my hope that through writing I can come to peace with what has happened to us and our beautiful boy.