... is how I cried at the doctor's office yesterday morning. Jim and I are still big fans of the t.v. show Friends and although I can't recall the season, I'm pretty sure "like a little girl" is something Monica said.
It feels as if I've had either an infection or virus of some type for the last 6 weeks. Bouncing back and forth from one to the other. Pneumonia is my latest battle. Of course, costochondritus doesn't help my cause. That occurred after my first bout with the nasty cough and mama, is that ever painful stuff. Trying to cough up the junk that pneumonia brings makes it even more painful. Hence the tears for the lovely doctor at Acute Care yesterday. She was very kind, knowing I had pretty much hit rock bottom. I sure did look the part.
As miserable as it has been, I know in my head that I'll get better. It's just hard to imagine it. And very weird that no one else tenses up when they have to sneeze or cough. Yesterday was spent in bed. When Jim is in charge, the kids are like little soldiers and he puts them to some serious work. Because usually by the time I'm this sick the house has gone to the dogs and I'm in no shape to help out. Thus, the kids get more than their fair share. He somehow manages to make it fun though and even in the midst of one parent down, the family is still running.
I heard a lot of "Go Team Gunn!"(s) when I was up in bed. It's our motto especially in times of trouble. The kids came in every now and then to care for me in their own special ways. Matthew made my bed up with a ton of pillows all nicely arranged and made sure the phone was right next to me so that if I needed to conference call him on the other phone I could. Which I totally did. My son is genius I tell you.
Ella Jane drew me pictures.
Sara let me snuggle with one of her animals.
Thankful for my husband who cares deeply.
And really looking forward to being healthy again.
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