05 June 2013

My Lowest Point

The day Vera came home from the hospital, I fell sick with a bad bout of the flu.

Three days of high fever, which is rare for me, and a hacking cough that makes my diaphragm hurt. I perspire buckets non-stop. My nose cannot stop flowing.

When kids fall sick, the strain on caregivers increases. I think my body held out till they got better and then my system crashed.

I feel so weak and worn down. After one month of battling their illnesses, I end up having to fight my own.

It is too much to bear.

And what if they catch my lethal bug? What if VERA catches it? I am paranoid now, so paranoid. One month is all my body can handle. Please stop at me, please. Spare us.