Winter buglies

I was so healthy, and made sure I took a berocca every day to stay that well. Everybody around me was sick but not me, no way!

A month ago I had both the children home from school for the whole week ... and I came down with a chest infection, which cost me $73 at the A&E clinic. The antibiotics kind-of worked (while making me a whole lot sicker at the same time - my stomach disagreed with them for the whole week), and the doctor told me to rest. No chance of that - my students at dancing still need a teacher (there is nobody who can cover me), and my desk at work had disappeared under a week's worth of paperwork from being home with the girls. Being self-employed, I can't just leave it like that because noone else will do it!

What can one do other than plod on ... and on ... and on.

So here I am, 4 weeks later - still coughing (which has NOT done my pelvic floor any favours - thanks childbirth!). The chest infection has cleared up I think, but now I have a head cold to boot, not to mention that my throat feels like I ate a grater.

I want to stamp my feet because it's not fair - I hear this all the time from the children, but because I often tell them that life is not fair, I can't really use that line myself!

Adulthood is no fun when you're a busy working mum who is sick - looking after the children, looking after the husband, looking after the pets, looking after the house, looking after the business ...

Who's going to look after me?
Just me - because I'm an adult now.