I can barely walk.
The pain in my hip is excruciating. I don't know how my kids do it, but by the time one of their viruses gets to me it has exploded into some flesh eating super virus. Just this past weekend Tyler came down with what we assume was synovitis. He had a noticeable limp and complained that his hip was hurting. This has happened before to both of my boys and since we had no idea what it was at first, a trip to the ER was in order. This time though knowing that it was most likely synovitis and it would pass, no trip was necessary.
|Secretly plotting my death?|
It seems like every time these kids come down with something, I bear the brunt of it. When they complain that their belly aches and they are not feeling well I know for sure that I will be doubled over in pain and puking my guts out with in a matter of days. I know the whole story about men being babies when it comes to this sort of thing, but trust me, I can deal with a lot. I am never sick, but when I am, I am *this close* to my deathbed, and I am not one to complain about. I suck it up and deal with it.
I am certainly not a doctor, so I have no idea how this happens. I would think that 38 years of various illnesses would leave me immune to what the kids bring home nowadays. But it seems that what goes around their school, comes around to me. Maybe viruses have become much more complicated, much like Tyler's second grade math homework. I can't always figure that out, so this is something that I definitely can't comprehend.
What I do know is that by the time this pain in my hip reaches its peak, I will probably need a wheelchair.
Tyler is better now, thankfully the pain lasted only a day. But that is no consolation for me as I know this will most likely be a weeklong struggle. Next time they come home with even a hint of a sniffle, I'm heading out of town.
I am too young to die.
How do you end up after your kids are sick?