And so. Now that its clear to me that I am actually going to live, it occurs to me (and I am proud to say) that although there was some doubt in my mind as to this I never completely lost my faith. (Just my voice. And perhaps a few friends who may have tired of my whining.). I am thrilled to report that for the first time since Tuesday afternoon I am not only fever free, but I can actually talk above a hoarse croaking whisper. (Look out world, shes baaaaaack.). I did NOT, however, feel badly for having missed the Boston trip as this was a guy trip from the start, although I would have liked to have at least hugged them goodbye...but as it was remained but a mere lump in the bed drunk on various prescription anti- everything that ails you meds. Praise The Lord I did have the last couple of days in the house to myself where I was not worried about wiping everything down or holding my breath so as not to breathe on anyone and infect them with this crud, because, (and every mom in the world knows this...) The only thing worse than being sick is being the mom in a house when everyone else is sick, too. And so.. As dramatic as it may have been for me to have actually perished here, alone... while the men in my life casually galavant off to parts unknown... I shall survive another day. Tomorrow calls for a mani pedi... And then the Summit. And lunch. With dessert. Life is good😎👏🙏💅👠👜🍰
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 00:29:18 +0000
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