A week of battling illness has provided the opportunity to make some observations:
1) Very strange and seemingly unconnected symptoms occur as the result of pregnancy. In my case, a simple head cold morphed into a serious sinus infection. Apparently pregnancy and sinuses are connected. This is strange to me because last I checked my sinuses are really far away from my uterus. My sinus infection made me feel like someone took me out back and beat the living daylights out of me. I was shocked when the mirror didn't reflect how I was feeling - I fully expected to see two black eyes, bruised cheeks, missing teeth and bleeding ears. And I don't know who let the little guy with the knife into my head, but I didn't appreciate him stabbing my brain every time I moved or coughed. So, pregnancy means you get sinus infections which makes about as much sense as pregnancy causing carpal tunnel syndrome and skin tags. It's just plain weird.
2) Drugs for pregnant women just don't cut it. We need those big pharmaceutical companies to hire a bunch of pregnant mamas. My Doc did prescribe some meds but they were crappy and slow acting. Pregnant women are not allowed all the good drugs. When I felt even worse the next day, I left my Doc a voicemail requesting an immediate house call for a head amputation. My Doc opted for an alternative plan and had the pharmacy deliver more crappy and slow acting drugs.
3) My sick bed transforms into a social hub of action. Why when daddy-o is sick he can disappear to bed, shut the door and have two days of uninterrupted rest? I look around my sick bed and there is a sea of small bodies surrounding me at all times. At one feverish moment I thought it was the 1960s and I was trapped in John and Yoko's love bed. I expected the kids to break out into rounds of "Give Peace A Chance".
4) I hear so much about Thursday night TV and from my sick bed this week I experienced it for the first time. For all you Greys fans out there, I have news for you - there is something worth turning the channel for. I felt sick enough without having to watch Meredith moping around. There's a show called "30 Rock" that is so funny I didn't mind that my brain felt like it was going to explode with every chuckle.
During sinus hell week, I also had my birthday. All I really wanted for my birthday was a beautifully wrapped bottle of pain killers to be washed down with a lovely glass of wine. Is that too much to ask? Ah well, there's always next year!