Well, it is official. The bug has now bit every male in our house. Ken woke up this morning with the same yuck the boys have. The great thing about Ken is that when he gets sick, he does not complain but merely endures and keeps to himself. Being a nurturer by nature I tend to try and mother him but he really doesn't need it, nor does he necessarily want it. He just wants to suffer in silence. The younger versions, on the other hand, do NOT want to be left alone. They want to be held, carried around and entertained. All of which are not great options for my tailbone right now. Last night I was luckily able to get more sleep then I have (Liam slept and Beanie only had me up twice with his ills). The night before both boys tag teamed me all night with fevers, aches, and congestion. Liam appears to be doing better this morning and Beanie is at least not feverish. So that is good. Emily walked through the door this morning and she is getting it too... I don't know what I ever did to deserve such a great immune system, but I am thankful for it!
Tomorrow morning I see the sports therapist to check out my back. I know they can't do anything to fix it one way or the other, but they can tell me if it is fractured or just badly bruised, how long I can expect it to be a pain and more importantly, WHEN I will be able to start working out again. The pain I can deal with--it's the not running that is breaking my heart... :-(
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