stick out your tongue and say Aahhh...

The problem with having Mono when you're 44 years old is the fatigue that smothers you like a tidal wave  and washes away the energy required to do ANYTHING. Things like thinking clearly enough to form a blog post or keep the fingers moving on the keyboard long enough to actually type a blog post. Or the day to day stuff like laundry, washing the floors or HAVING SEX.  Somehow I don't think falling asleep in the middle of coitus (I've been watching way too much Big Bang Theory) is really the way to fan the flames of marital passion.         

Now I know why teenagers are usually the ones to get Mono, besides their proclivity of swapping spit with other teenagers. It's really because they are endless energy machines that can recover faster. And the only ones that have the time to sleep late.

Since I hate going to the doctor's office for any reason at all, it takes a lot to compel me to walk through the door while whining I don't feel well. But after a month of feeling like I'd been wrung dry of all motivation and energy, almost falling asleep at my desk at work, and my husband's threats to drag me by my ear off to the doctor, not to mention the fact that I've been feeding my kids just about anything that didn't include effort on my part and resorting to store bought pizza, deliverable Chinese food, and whatever the hell they could scrounge from the cabinet, finally shoved me through the doors of the doctor's office.

Some poking and an absurd amount of blood taken, they called to tell me Mono..

The only one I swap spit with these days is my husband and he's not sick, so I have no idea how the hell I got Mono. Wish I had some incredible outrageous tale to tell but life is pretty boring.

Maybe I got it while on the cruise or wandering the Bahama's in late April. That's the only thing I can figure. And since there seems to be no other reason, that's where I'm placing the blame. There's my story. I contracted to tropical form of Mono while vacationing in the Caribbean. I suppose we all have to play for our pleasure in one way or another, now don't we?

It sucks that I'm not supposed to kiss my husband vigorously for the next few weeks, which you know SEX.