{"id":1945,"date":"2016-04-08T11:06:56","date_gmt":"2016-04-08T18:06:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/?p=1945"},"modified":"2016-04-08T11:08:30","modified_gmt":"2016-04-08T18:08:30","slug":"no-sick-days-for-me-its-ok","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/?p=1945","title":{"rendered":"No Sick Days for Me &#038; It&#8217;s Ok"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I remember clearly being sick when I had a &#8220;regular job&#8221;. It was pretty simple, really. I would call in sick and I would stay in bed all day. I even remember with sadness when I left work when I started bleeding when I was 7 weeks pregnant back in late 1995-from there I went to the Doctor who did an ultrasound and could not detect a heartbeat and sent me home on bed rest. My employer at the time was extremely kind and told me to stay home &#8220;as long as I needed to&#8221;. I laid on the couch for days, not doing a thing. The bleeding kept getting worse, culminating in a miscarriage. This was 7 months after I had buried my first baby, so to say it was devastating it&#8217;s the understatement of the year. But, alas, I didn&#8217;t have to do anything but take care of myself and muster enough courage to go back to work, as presentable as I could be, the following week.<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"boxer\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/?attachment_id=1947\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1947\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1947\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/12273667_10153810694557174_3146985371608966090_o.jpg\" alt=\"12273667_10153810694557174_3146985371608966090_o\" width=\"300\" height=\"418\" \/><\/a>Nowadays, getting sick is not easy at all. I am not complaining, mind you, I am just explaining my life. I got some &#8220;bug&#8221; on my trip to Stanford this past Monday. At first I thought it may have been food poisoning, but now I know it wasn&#8217;t. I must have just touched &#8220;something&#8221;. All I know is that the night between monday and tuesday I wasn&#8217;t feeling good. Tuesday morning my stomach was in knots and had other nasty symptoms I rather not mention&#8230; Nicky often tells me &#8220;TMI mamma, TMI!!!&#8221;, LOL. So, no TMI here today.<br \/>\nFeeling as sick as a dog, I still had to drive home. Six hours. Well, it would have been six hours, but since I had to stop at every rest stop in sight, it took nearly eight. In one particular rest area I spent 15 minutes in the bathroom.\u00a0Nicky, bless his heart, was so worried about me.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow I got home. After I rested up for a few hours, I had to get Nicky in bed, which normally takes a good 45 minutes. There is nobody else that can do that for me. I had to do it. Let&#8217;s just say, it took a lot longer than 45 minutes.<br \/>\nThe next day I felt worse. I could not stand up, I was dizzy. I still had all those symptoms I had before. I spent all day in bed except for those few times I had to take care of Nicky, which I did at a snail&#8217;s pace. Then I had to change bandages. It was most possibly the worst bandage change I have ever done in 19 years, and that&#8217;s not something I say lightly. Not only it took forever, I was in pain, he was in pain, it was horrible.<\/p>\n<p>I decided that if I felt like this the next day I was going to go to the Doctor. The next day though I felt much better. Still not 100% by any stretch of the imagination, but good enough not to be bed-bound all day. I asked Nicky&#8217;s dad if he could come and get him a day early for his weekend and he agreed. My life-saver. I know many people hate their exes. I don&#8217;t and never will. In some way, he allowed me my &#8220;sick day&#8221;, which I took in full force yesterday, spending most of the day in bed relaxing, trying to get better.<\/p>\n<p>Today I feel&#8230; well, still not quite myself, but close. Only to find out Connor has the same symptoms I had. Noooooo!!! \u00a0He went to school anyway because he needed to turn in his project, but I told him to make sure to have the nurse call me to pick him up the moment he didn&#8217;t feel good. She called me an hour later. What can I say? Never a dull moment around here.<\/p>\n<p>The truth is, I love my family, my kids are my life. Even if I don&#8217;t feel 100% I will let anything I want to do &#8220;go&#8221; as long as I do everything I can for them. It&#8217;s who I am, it&#8217;s what a mom does, and I know I am not alone in this. Tons of Special Needs moms out there, will for surely relate.<\/p>\n<p>Love &amp; Light,<\/p>\n<p><a class=\"boxer\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/?attachment_id=1946\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-1946\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1946\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/image1610_Silvia.jpg\" alt=\"image1610_Silvia\" width=\"262\" height=\"257\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/image1610_Silvia.jpg 262w, https:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/04\/image1610_Silvia-50x50.jpg 50w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 262px) 100vw, 262px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div class=\"fb-background-color\">\n\t\t\t  <div \n\t\t\t  \tclass = \"fb-comments\" \n\t\t\t  \tdata-href = \"https:\/\/blog.silviaskingdom.com\/?p=1945\"\n\t\t\t  \tdata-numposts = \"20\"\n\t\t\t  \tdata-lazy = \"true\"\n\t\t\t\tdata-colorscheme = \"light\"\n\t\t\t\tdata-order-by = \"reverse_time\"\n\t\t\t\tdata-mobile=true>\n\t\t\t  <\/div><\/div>\n\t\t  <style>\n\t\t    .fb-background-color {\n\t\t\t\tbackground: #ffffff !important;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t.fb_iframe_widget_fluid_desktop iframe {\n\t\t\t    width: 100% !important;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t  <\/style>\n\t\t  ","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember clearly being sick when I had a &ldquo;regular job&rdquo;. 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