Speaking of motherhood, amnesia and deja vu....

To quote Stephen Wright, "....I think I have forgotten this before."

1987 when I really did have hepatitis

Did I ever tell you about my four-year bout with hepatitis?  Back when Timmy was a baby, and Chris was not quite two years old, I got hepatitis.  In the years that followed, I was chronically fatigued, and I mean completely and totally wiped out all the time.  My brain was fuzzy, and I just wasn't myself.  Any time someone I knew contracted hepatitis, I would cringe, thinking they were in for a really bad time.

Years later I met a woman with several very young children spaced closely, like my first four children who were born in 5 1/2 years.  She was exhausted.  Barely functioning.  It was like she was on the slow road to recovery after a bad case of hepatitis.  Then it hit me.  I had blamed hepatitis when really it was just MOTHERHOOD that was wearing me out. Silly, right?

Now I am trying to get my energy back after Dengue, and it's like deja vu.  This vaguely reminds me of something.  I'm tired continually.  If I overdo it, I need a 4-hour nap, and I still feel tired when I awaken.  Oh, yeah.  Hepatitis/Motherhood.  Dengue feels a lot like that.  Apparently it takes more than a few weeks to get it out of your system, unless you rest a lot.

Today we got up at 5:00 A.M. to take a medical team to the airport in the city for their return flight to Florida.  That was after a 12-hour day yesterday running them to tourist spots all over Oaxaca City.  I feel like crud.

Thanks for listening while I whine.  I don't dare mention this to poor Jim, who has done a lot more than I have the past two days. And the day before that?  He was leading the caravan of vehicles from the village for 14 hours.  What should have been an 8-9 hour drive turned out taking 14 because of a long detour to avoid washed out bridges from all the rains this week.

The group on their free day

Honestly the man never complains.  Of course he doesn't know what a headache is, but still....  He's the one awaiting knee surgery to repair his torn ACL, but he says nothing.  He may or may not be grumpy later today, but of course it breaks all rules of blogging to speak that frankly about anyone but myself, so you can leave that to your imagination.  (Insert clearing throat noises.)

Then again, he probably will be just fine.  In fact he'll get the cars washed, get all the leftover medicines stored until the next medical trip, catch up with emails and phone calls and paying the technicians in the studio, do the final accounting for the team trip, and then and only then, he might join us for a Friday night movie (that he may or not snooze through).  My husband is amazing!

Me?  I'm taking some more Tylenol, giving Debbie the day off from school - besides anything she can do independently, and I'm off for a 4-hour nap.