Unwell

Hey y’all! Thank you for coming back to my blog and reading my newest post! Unfortunately, this is going to be a super short post.

Monday and Tuesday were pretty normal. I went to the USO to volunteer both days. I spent Monday in the business center, while I spent Tuesday in the lounge where we had a special event for military spouses. It was called Coffee Connection, and it was an event for the spouses to get together to make new friends, have conversations, and learn about other things happening on base. The majority of the people there were a part of another group called United Spouses Club, they are the ones who hosted the Holiday Bazaar that we went to before Christmas. There is usually a fee to join the group, but for the spouses who were there, they waived the fee for those who wanted to join. So I joined! It was funny though, the event started at 10, so we started moving all the soldiers to the far side of the lounge so the space with the couches could be for the spouses only. What they didn’t know when they scheduled the event is that the National College Football Championship would be starting at 10 as well. Not only did we make the soldiers leave the couches, we also muted the television. They were not fans of us that morning.. thankfully our business center has 2 tvs and they were both playing the game, so the majority of guys moved down there.

I started not feeling well on Thursday, but I had my job interview, so I left early to go get some coffee beforehand which helped my throat feel a little bit better. I got to the interview early, which was good since I had never been to the high school on base before. I feel like the interview went well, but I won’t know until the end of the month or the start of February. There was about 20 of us who were being interviewed in the span of two days, so hopefully I made a good impression.

Thursday night I really started to not feel well, and then Friday I woke up horribly sick. I was going to get up and go volunteer, but Buddy told me I needed to stay home in case I was really sick. I’m glad he did. I got progressively worse through the day. I started losing my energy, started coughing, and started getting a fever. Friday night, my temperature was almost 102. Thankfully, my mom is only a phone call away, the guys on our floor all came together to give us the medicine they had, and my husband is amazing who does his best to make me feel better when I feel like crud. I did not want to go to the hospital, either on base or in the main part of the city. While there are two hospitals in Pyeongtaek (which I have heard amazing things of their international clinics) and one on base, I hate going to the doctor. I had the flu back in April when we still lived in Clarksville. It was pretty much the same symptoms, so I just did the same thing I did then. I spent a lot of time in bed resting, lots of cold rags, and lots of medicine and cough drops. Now on Monday, I have had no fever for almost 24 hours and my energy is coming back. Sadly, Buddy is now sick. But now on Tuesday morning, while he is not 100% better, he only has a cough now. I have sent him to work with a bag full of cough drops.

So this was our week. Nothing spectacular, nothing great. Although, when Buddy gets sick, he starts to clean. So our living room and kitchen look great. And today since I started feeling better, I did laundry and cleaned dishes. So our apartment is great looking. We didn’t even go out on date night this week. Today was the first day I had more than chicken broth for food.

And on a sad note, my Titans lost the AFC championship. I’m still proud of them though, we were never supposed to get this far. Did I want them to? Yes. Did I expect them to? No. The game started at 5:05am our time today (Monday when I’m writing). I started texting and facetiming my mother. Buddy also decided he was staying home from work because of how he felt. Once the game got into the second quarter and we were ahead in points, we decided to take a morning nap. Bad move. When we woke up later, I woke up to notifications and texts that we had lost. Worst way to wake up. But again, so proud of my boys and how far we got this season.