Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

Probably the worse thing about being an Army wife during a deployment, is illness.
Being sick, while having small children is hard for anyone. Then take away the only other person, who can assist in your recovery. It has a tendency to magnify the problem.

I don't remember the last time, I got to sleep in when fighting the flu. Had someone bring me ice for that newly broken foot (yeah that happens a lot, lol), or even brought me something to dull the pain of that newly formed migraine.

I've been relatively ill for about the past month now. Between medications, pain, and down right discomfort I spend more time vomiting than I do resting. I would give anything to have one morning where I didn't have to go through it alone.

I understand, duty to country. I understand that its his job that allows me to have the healthcare to have my medical issues treated, and I understand that if he could be here he would. But sometimes, that isn't much to hold onto.

In general, I believe the saying "and this too shall pass". But when you are in such severe pain you can't function, you can't take pain medication because you have 3 small children who depend on you to be coherant, and the only relief you can get is through prayer, philosophy is the last thing on your mind.

I'm lucky enough, that my family is less than a days drive so if worse comes to worse I know I can depend on them to help. I know that I can call my mother at any time and she will be at more door within a day. But some of us, don't have that luxury.

Some Army wives are across the world from their loved ones. Whether they are an American stationed in Germany, or a Korean who married an American soldier, they are alone. They face illness, tragedy and pain without the support of anyone, on a daily basis.

I met a Hungarian woman, the other day. She has been dealing with medical issues of her own, her American soldier spouse is in Afghanistan as well. I just couldn't help but feel the pain she must feel. Being all alone across the world, and ill.
I can't imagine being alone in a new country, sick, not knowing anyone and trying to cope with this lifestyle.

I just wish I could go through one day without thinking I am sick and tired, of being sick and tired. It would be nice, if for once I had somebody to fall into, when it got to be too much. I would love for somebody to tell me that its all going to be ok, make a nearly bi-weekly trip to the pharmacy for me, or even drive me to one of my 4-5 doctor appoints each month.

I guess such is the life of an Army wife, we play the hands we're dealt.