My kids are feeling better. I am not. I started to feel achy today with the chills and a dull soreness throughout my body. I was hoping to escape the illness they endured under the premise of what I call “mommy” immunity; my unwritten rule that says if you take care of really sick kids, you don’t have to worry about catching the same virus. My hypothesis did not work this time.
I laid on the couch during nap-time trying to rest. I felt extremely nauseas. Even my mind was queasy with thoughts. The last time I felt this way was September 6th. They told me, “Shawn has been in an accident. Shawn has been killed.” Instant nausea. I remember feeling like I was in a cave. I couldn’t be hearing right. Everything was echoing. “Shawn has been killed” This couldn’t be true. I needed to sit down. My stomach felt sick. I wanted to vomit. But, my body had shut down and I couldn’t react.
I wonder if every time I am sick I will think of September 6th. It seems like a natural comparison; physical sickness with heart sickness. Both have similar effects on the body.
