The week before Holland's birthday, I had been feeling really sad. I was just having a hard time and felt a bit stuck. I went and saw my therapist just to help me process my feelings, and as expected it helped. I was feeling much better but then that night, I got hit with something bad. I started to feel sick, but hoped that a good night sleep would make me feel better. I woke up the next morning more sick than I can remember being (maybe with the exception of having the flu when I was pregnant). I could hardly move, I couldn't speak. I was supposed to work that day, so I attempted to email or text my clients. But it sort of took it out of me to even try doing that. Luckily my nanny was coming that day anyways, so I had someone to come watch my kids. I was in bed for the next 24 hours. I had a fever of about 103 for most of the time. That night my fever broke so I thought I was much better, but the next day I woke up and throat was so swollen. I also had a fever that kept coming back and then breaking. I would sleep for 30 - 45 minutes and wake up in a sweat over and over again. It was horrible. By Saturday, I wasn't getting any better so I went into the doctor. I was pretty sure I had strep, because my throat hurt so bad. I checked it before I went in and it was disgusting. Like bad. I won't share details because it will probably gross you out. Doc immediately started talking about mono and I was sort of shocked. I wasn't expecting that. He took a throat culture to rule it out, but seemed pretty sure about what I had. I needed Nick to help me walk and I couldn't even just sit up straight at the doctors office. It seemed a little intense to be strep, but mono had just never crossed my mind. By Sunday, I was able to get out of bed a little bit. I took a shower and was able to go to Holland's birthday celebration. Monday I was slightly better, and by Tuesday, I was out of bed for part of the day. I was convinced I had mono at this time (although hadn't taken the blood work yet). Every day I felt better and I then found out it was in fact strep. I felt sort of like a wimp but the doctor said that strep can wipe you out and it can take a few weeks to recover.
So yeah for no mono!(at least I'm pretty sure), but I'm still pretty weak and tired.
While I was down, Wembley was afraid of me. It was a good three days before I even really interacted with her and she wouldn't go to me for a little while. Briz was concerned about me not eating and brought me food. She also wrote me some very sweet notes and drew me pictures. I missed my girls while I was down.