(This is a picture of the Wii babysitting the boys...)
I haven't left my house since Friday.
My bed has held me hostage since Saturday night.
A virus has taken up residence in the Hunter Haus and refuses to leave.
Brad had it first, then me, now Luke too.
It starts with the feeling like you are 100 years old and you have trouble walking...extreme joint pain like I have never had before. Then your fingers swell like huge sausages and you have a red rash that itches. Then you must lay/lie ( can never remember which is right) perfectly still or your body will remind you that every bone in your body hurts. It really is miserable.
Brad went to the Dr. to ask for some medicine for Luke and I, and left with a prescription for
something like Tylenol. Fortunately he fought with the pharmacist and she gave something like a strong Advil. Gee, thanks.
My swelling is down and my joint pain is much less...but I still feel like a truck hit me.
This is day 5. This virus is so weird. Brad has a TON on his plate right now with getting our visa paperwork ready to turn in, a project that he presented today, class all week, a sermon to prepare for and the jobs that I usually take care of, like packing lunches, doing the dishes and taking the kids to and from school.
I want it gone and life to return to normal.
Thankfully, Lindsay has come to our rescue and has gotten groceries for us TWICE and made us a delicious pan of ziti, which has served as dinner, lunch and most likely dinner again. :)
I am weary and getting very discouraged. So even though I have a little bit of my humor left...it is slowly fading and I need your prayers. Our entire family needs your prayers...