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Right now, I would like to be in bed. I don't necessarily feel horrible, but the medication that is supposed to make me better is kicking my butt. I am soooo sleepy. But that is what the doctor wanted. He wants me in bed, asleep, taking care of myself, so I can get over all of the illness that plagues my body. After 6 weeks of coughing, 2 weeks of earaches, 1 week of a runny nose, and 1 week of not being able to catch my breath, I finally went to the doctor yesterday. The real reason I went was because of my ears. I can't hear a thing! I found out that I was a lot worse off than I ever imagined and have probably been causing the illness epidemic plaguing the country. So if you have seen me in the last couple of weeks and you are sick, I am so sorry. It is probably my fault. But in my defense, I am a mom. I am used to running on empty and feeling bad all of the time and just sucking it up and doing what needs to be done. Now on to the multiple diagnoses that I was given... The ears... yes, both infected. The cough is caused by bronchitis which has gone untreated and turned into pneumonia. And the breathing is effected because I, apparently have asthma. I have never had asthma before, but I do now. I had a fever of 101.2 when I was in the doctor. And my oxygen level was so low, the doctor did not know how I was walking around. What? I feel FINE! I can handle this! Piece of cake. Except for the fact that I am on a heavy duty antibiotic, a steroid, cough medicine, and 4 breathing treatments a day for a month. I am sleepy and really shaky from the breathing treatments. The doctor told me to not eat peas with a fork this month. (funny! that is the least of my worries) I cannot be lazing around the house. There is laundry to do, floors to clean, surfaces to dust, dishes to wash, and 3 children to take care of! Not to mention the shuttling that needs done. Caroline has gymnastics today, Hilton has a party to go to this afternoon... and of course there is Trick or Treating tomorrow night!!! And it snowed last night. Lorelai is dying to get out there and play in it! You ask where my beloved husband is during this time? He is in production of a play. That means I am a single mom until Thanksgiving. He leaves at 9 am and gets home at 11 pm. There is nothing he can do about this. He is gone all day, every day except Sunday. So he just isn't part of the equation. You poor single mom's out there. How do you do it? Can I ever do something for you? Please let me know! But you will have to wait until I am not contagious. Did I mention the girl next door just had a sweet baby girl Wed and now I don't get to hold her??? You know how I am about babies! I can't get enough! This totally sucks.