It's not the stomach flu this time around (thank goodness), but my sinus/ear infection certainly wasn't bacterial. The antibiotics have yet to do any good, while the fever, chills and headaches keep getting worse.
The Mister came home from his trip late last night, sick with this flu. His body has some voodoo-like ability (ancient Chamorro secret, he says) to process the flu in 12 hours flat. The dear man is staying home this morning to take care of me. Right now I can hear him trying to maintain an upbeat happy voice while coaxing Paloma to get dressed in less than 30 minutes, all the while she maintains an endless chatter about anything and everything (except getting dressed.)
That girl takes "island time" to a whole new level :)
I have a lot of paperwork to do for the second time and send to Haiti. Paperwork I sent a while back, so it needs to be resent to guarantee that it is available when needed. I'm stressed because it requires a trip to a notary, but I feel horrible, and I want it there by next Wednesday. At the same time though, my 'dream' plan requires the USCIS/US Consulate to work at a pace that they have never quite worked at before, so I know that it's probably not worth making myself even more worn down for.
Yet, if I don't at least try, then I feel like I'm failing the boys somehow.
The whole thing has me frustrated and in tears. This whole hope of having the boys home soon has me feeling like I'm just setting myself up for disappointment. I know that my headache and fever is affecting my attitude, and tempering the way I see and feel about things
I have a lot to learn from my little island beauty.