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November 26, 2012 - Jennifer Brookens
Cold and flu season has struck. Actually, it's vacation and bronchitis, but either way it's a smaller crew in the newsroom this week.
Being short-staffed is stressful enough, but now every time I have a little cough or stomach cramp I'm wondering if I've caught "the bug." I've been fortunate enough that I don't get ill that often, but when I do get sick it's usually a knockout punch. And with my recent injuries, I've learned I don't have the luxury of being sick. Because when the prescription is rest, suddenly the kids are very interested in taking care of me. Bless their hearts, they are trying to help, but it's similar to being in the hospital and being woken up to take a sleeping pill. Want a dark room and peace and quiet? They'll turn on the lights to check on you, and start chattering up a storm. (Where is this chattering on regular days when I ask a question only to get a one-word response?) I might get a 7-Up and some soda crackers delivered to me as a snack, but if they are not consumed within the first three minutes, I am asked if I'm going to eat those. And if not, can they have a few?
To add to the chaos, when Daddy tries to pick up Mommy's slack, it usually ends up with rest-interrupting questions: "Where is The Boy's favorite hat from last year?" "Where is the strainer?" "Do we have any spaghetti noodles left?" and then, "Do we have enough money to order pizza?"
Those are the times when hospitalization begins to sound like a good thing. But then I remember the times I was in the hospital and it seemed the nurses and doctors seemed to be in and out of the room just as much. So all things considered, I am grateful I don't get sick that often, and that the kids do care when Mommy's down for the count. Let's just hope I can ward it off for this season...
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