When Mom is Sick. Cough. Sniffle. Repeat.

Mary Tyler Mom has seen better days, folks.  No joke.  I feel like hell.  This is day 11 of feeling like hell.  This hell, though, is better than last week's hell where, technically speaking, I felt like I had moved to hell's basement, was handed a shovel by Satan himself, and told to start digging. 

Last Friday, unable to stand it anymore, and with the loving support (and frustrated nudging) of Mr. Mary Tyler Mom, I dragged my a$$ to the local Walgreen's to sit in line with all the other sickies.  To my great and grateful surprise I was diagnosed with acute sinusitis.  This called for antibiotics!  I had convinced myself it was allergies, or viral, or that I would just have to function in misery for the rest of my life, so the idea of a pill to make it all go away had me tearing up in front of a total stranger.  The gal advised me to take all my meds, as prescribed, and rest.  Ha!

Somehow, just as I had dragged by sorry self to the doc, I had been dragging my sorry a$$ to work all last week.  No doubt, making my Tenth Stage of the Khan rocket into those double digits.  When I last checked, it was, like, Fifty-Seventh Stage of the Khan.  That's not good. 

I was grateful it was a Friday evening.  Mr. Mary Tyler Husband was home much of the weekend, so I could rest.  Because my man rocks.  Hard.  But not all men rock like my man, which got me thinking, what's a mom to do when she moves to hell's sub-basement?  Seriously, I know I have it easy.  I've got one two year old son.  A good one - - Mary Tyler Son takes after his Dad, so he rocks hard, too.  When I was alone with him, he would visit me on the couch, pat my head, and get back to his trains or dinosaurs.  He didn't complain about eating cheerios with yogurt for breakfast and dinner.  He took daily three hour naps.  The dear let me watch HGTV once for a whole hour before asking for Diego.  Lordy, do I love Mary Tyler Son.

If I were feeling dangerous, I would have called in sick and taken care of my bad self while Mary Tyler Son went to his sitter.  But with two days off for jury duty and three days off for miscarriage in the last month, calling in sick didn't strike me as wise.  Imma still new to my gig and when your boss doesn't know you, when you haven't built up the workplace equity, three prolonged absences within a month is a sure fire invitation for being seen as a troublemaker.  Nope, I like my gig, so I don't want that. 

And that makes me wonder what the other moms do whe they're sick.  Not headache sick, but Fifty-Seventh Stage of the Khan sick. I asked this on my facebook page and got a few responses, a third of which involved nothing.  Power through it.  Dang, that sucks.  Hats off to the moms who power through it.  I wish for you more understanding kids, bosses and husbands/domestic partners. 

For me, I do what I need to do, but not a damn thing more.  The dishes will keep.  The laundry will heap.  Scrambled eggs are a fine source of protein for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I do the bare minimum and crawl out of the hole when I feel better.  Which Imma do straight away.  As soon as I feel better.  I promise.  But tell me, what do you do when you're sick?

 

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  • Oh, I feel your pain! When my guys were little, we shipped them off to daycare. Maybe a fried or relative can care for your little guy while you mend?

    As for working while your sick, two things. Most employers don't want a sick employee hanging around infecting everyone else, so don't assume you have to be there to save face. Second, I don't know what your job is, but can you do any bit of it from home?

    Hope you feel better soon!

  • I totally get the dedication to your job thing but I have to say that I work in an office and I constantly hear people hacking, sniffling, it's so freakin' gross I just want to walk around the floor with my can of spray and hit them with it.

    I have 3 kids at home and if I am healthy and go to work and get some nasty shit from someone not smart enough to stay home and bring it back to my kids then I have to deal with sick kids which is THE WORST!!! I AM PISSED!!!

    Work won't stop being work without you and if you think it will then you have control issues. If you have no one to pick up your slack that's a whole other issue to tackle. You do what you can and when you can't you take care of yourself. You have no idea what others have at home and to bring your contagions to them is not right.

  • I hope you are feeling better. Sinusitis is not a good time. Will be in touch. ;)

    Signed, a minion who was micromananged to the hilt. Yeah, you know me...

  • I don't go in when I have anything contagious - I get a certain number of sick leave days and carer leave days each year and I generally end up using them all between me and the two kids. I know it's hard. I am lucky enough to be in a job where the burden of responsibility for work not done falls on me and that is preferable in this situation I think.

    Good on your husband for helping out. Mine is getting better at it and at times when I have been down for the count, he has no choice. When Mama's sick, nobody wins!

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