Cedar fever!

It’s that time again– the time that all cedar-sensitive persons in central Texans dread. It’s cedar fever time. UGH!

2011 was the first year it ever affected me, which is crazy because I’ve lived in the area since I was thirteen years old. But apparently, that happens with cedar. I finally realized what all of these people for all of these years had been complaining about. It’s terrible: itchy eyes, constant runny nose, sneezing, headache, sinus issues for weeks!

My husband is also a victim of cedar. He’s been dealing with it since he moved to Austin, and it hits him hard. The cold front last night brought the cedar with it, and thus, my poor husband spent the entire day in bed.

Now, I’ve previously mentioned that Brian is not the best patient, but he was honestly very ill today. I brought him meds and checked in on him every now and then, but this stuff just knocked him out. So… I had a whole, big, quiet house to myself.

We made yesterday our Sabbath, so today, work needed to be done. I cleaned and scrubbed and mopped and organized. I ironed and folded and sorted. I made a PowerPoint lesson and notes for the kiddos. And I read 100 pages in my novel. It was beautiful!

Brian woke up and spent the evening with me. We ordered pizza and watched Downton Abbey. It was delightful. He seems to be feeling somewhat better, but I don’t want him to let his meds lapse. I’m hoping he’s functional for work tomorrow. He’ll be without a nurse 😉


My sick family

Apparently, I’m the only healthy one left in my little family. Feels like survival of the fittest. The smallest was the first to fall… and then the proudest. Mwahahaha!

But seriously, Lola is doing much better. No more projectile anything (thank GOD!) but she’s still not quite herself– she still needs meds, weird food, and a towel underneath her when she sleeps. Her limp just breaks my heart, but she will heal.

My husband, on the other hand, acts like he’s on death’s doorstep. Actually, that’s not true– he alternates. He’s on death’s doorstep, and then he’s giddy like a schoolgirl. I think it’s when he’s high on the multitude of meds he insists on taking. He has this hydrogen bomb analogy when I talk to him about the amount of meds he’s putting into his body. He keeps whispering something about “scorched earth”. It’s weird over here right now.

Needless to say, Mommy has a glass of wine right now while caring for her beleaguered crew, especially after the day with the munchkins she just had. Great. Now she’s talking about herself in the third person. Maybe she should lay off the wine…

Everyone will be fine. Lola will heal and stop needing to lay on towels and Brian will realize that a cold is not the same as the Grim Reaper, and normalcy shall return.

Since I’ve mocked him relentlessly in these few paragraphs, I should say that Brian really is ill. He’s just not the best patient– and he knows that. But it turns out, he’s a very good caretaker. So, when he heals and I catch whatever he has, I know I’ll be in good (and less sarcastic) hands 😉

Say a prayer for the Lundin household tonight– I’d appreciate it.

Headache. Chills. Body Aches. Yikes!

Yesterday we discovered that though my mind can handle the rigor of the past few weeks, my body can’t. Apparently it needs sleep, rest, and to be treated well or something. Oh, the limitations of this finite body…

We were in the middle of a delightful study date (the one Brian mentioned yesterday), when my head began to twist into a knot right in the middle of my forehead. It hurt. Badly. And I was frozen– freakishly cold and shaky (even for me!), but when I moved to warm myself up, I realized I was achy.

Headache. Chills. Body aches. Yikes!

After about an hour of fighting him, Brian convinced me to get in bed. I was pissed. Seriously. There’s too much to do right now for me to be laying around! I have lesson plans, grading, chores, doctrine reading, flashcards to make– I don’t have time to be sick!

Does my husband listen? No! He literally will not let me do anything but get into bed. I yelled at him from the bed. I was cranky and ungrateful. Then, do you know what he did?! He did the grocery shopping for me and provided a delicious meal in bed. That sorta killed the cranky and ungrateful in me…

So, as the OSU vs. TX game played, I made flashcards from bed (I’m stubborn, but Brian relented because technically I was still resting). Brian stayed with me, determined to keep me in a “restful” state.

But guess who woke up feeling kind of alright today? Yup– that’d be the girl whose husband made her rest and served her hand and foot yesterday.

He’s a pretty good nurse, but he’s a stinkin’ amazing husband 🙂