Sick!

So, I haven't updated this blog in a bit because: (in chronological order):
Monday, March 3rd: While watching Season 1 Episode 5 of The Wire, I began to cough. Nothing else was wrong, just a cough. I, however, did nothing about it because nothing will distract me from my stories of drug runners in the projects of Baltimore and the police that are after them.
Tuesday, March 4th: Get up and go to school- still coughing. In fact, every time I go to open my mouth to teach, I must cough at least 4 times before I begin my sentence. During 4th period, I begin to shiver. It is all I can do to contain myself from tearing off my clothes and running down the hall (no doubt inspired by the film Michael Clayton which we had watched Sunday night). I drive home feeling sicker and sicker with every tap of my brakes. I arrive home to discover that Jackie is taking her Young Women's roller skating. I throw both girls into the tub, then into bed, after which I promptly throw myself into bed (after taking a healthy dose of NyQuil). I am awakened at 9:30pm by my sobbing wife trying to take off her jacket but finding herself unable to bend her right arm. I mumble something about unicorns and dancing hippos (I get funny on NyQuil) and try to help her off with her jacket. She tells me she fell down while roller skating and dancing the macarena (I only remember part of this conversation). I tell her to go to the emergency room and she says, "No, I'll just take an Extra-Strength Tylenol" instead. She wakes up 4 hours later in intense pain, I am in no state to drive (and knowing the effects of NyQuil, was probably nude) so she drives herself to the American Fork Emergency room. I go back to sleep. 2 hours later, she arrives home with a fractured elbow. Because this is a family blog, I will not reprint the oaths uttered at the hour of the night.
Wed. March 5th: I stay home from school to help lift our 9 month old in and out of the crib. Other than that, I am useless and feel like I want to die from the flu. I still have to go in to rehearse The Arabian Nights.
Thurs. March 6th: I go into work and Jackie finds that she can tip Ellis's crib over and Ellis can crawl out of the crib by herself. Jackie's Mom and Dad both arrive into town for a wedding- and enter a house of coughing, fractured elbows and myself full of life on codeine cough syrup (again, no clothes necessary).
Skip the weekend (I got someone to conduct the music, teach Elder's Quorum and Jackie and I- both under the effects of heavy medication- sleep the Sabbath away). We are only vaguely aware that we have children and hope Grandma and Grandpa are keeping up.
Mon. March 7th: I start to feel somewhat better. I go into school, have a final dress rehearsal for Arabian Nights. It's looking good and its under time.
Tues. March 8th: The Arabian Nights takes 1st place at Region. After the festival, i go home and collapse- this time with a sore chest.
Wed. March 9th: I go into work- probably should not have seeing how I spent most of the day curled up on the floor of the men's bathroom praying for death to arrive (and hoping the principal wouldn't walk in with a tour. That happened my first year teaching- only I was sitting on the toilet with the door open. It was very graceful how I managed to stand up, put my pants on and address the guest all at the same time).
Jackie's mom is still with us. Both our children begin to call her both Mom and Dad.
Jackie's mom celebrates her birthday today by taking me to Insta-Care where I discover I have pneumonia on the right side of my body. More pills are dispensed and I crave grape juice and nothing else- Jackie's mom celebrates her birthday by buying me my pills and my grape juice.
Anyway, to make a long story short, Jackie's elbow is still broken, I'm feeling slightly better and we are leaving today to spend Spring Break in San Diego- so that will be the next blog I post. Happy Easter!