Shred day 3 and a few days off

Day 3 was easier in some ways & more difficult in others. I wasn't as sore but I had very little stamina. I took Friday off at Hyde's suggestion & then we spent a big part of Saturday at the zoo. Hyde said he didn't think I should do the tape (um DVD...showing my age) more than 4 times a week max.

I guess I expect too much. Since this had been such a huge issue to Hyde (me exercising that is) I thought there might be some encouraging words every now & then. Instead I would get "why is your face red" or similar after exercising. Okay, so no encouragement but at least a litle reprieve from the grumbling & grousing surely? Of course not. One night, last Tuesday I think, he slept in the other room because he was mad about ShortStuff's inhalers. Hyde has never bothered to figure out which is the daily & which is the rescue. Thankfully we don't need to use the rescue one often, although Hyde wants to use it everytime ShortStuff coughs. ShortStuff was coughing a little bit & Hyde went into a panic. He kept asking me about where the inhaler was. Found out later he actually meant the breathing chamber. He didn't realize we use same chamber for both & got mad at me for not understanding what he meant instead of what he said.

Saturday night I had a terrible headache that gradually got worse through Sunday. I stayed home Sunday and Monday. Our A/C went out sometime on Sunday. Being sick is no fun, being sick in a house that is 80degrees plus is misery. Thankfully some friends let us stay at their house last night. ShortStuff and I stayed there anyway. Hyde stayed at home so he could meet repairman at 8.

I went to bed last night with a scratchy throat & woke up during night feeling like I had tried & failed miserably at sword swallowing. Took ShortStuff to school & then went to a walk in clinic to confirm what I had pretty much figured out. Yep. Strep.

One would think surely that would garner some kindness. One would think wrong in this household. Hyde is mad at me fornit going to doctor sooner & convinced I'm going to give ShortStuff strep or scarlet fever & his heart will be damaged for life. So he pretty much wants to quarantine me from ShortStuff. I'd scream if it didn't hurt so bloody much.