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I had hoped I was good to go on Wednesday. Unfortunately, that may have been my worst day. The fever abated, but my head was POUNDING and I couldn't sit up without getting dizzy and nauseous.
Thursday, I woke up with a fever of 96.2 and I began to think of my girls and my friends who always made me chicken noodle soup when I was ill. I began to CRAVE sick soup!
This is illogical on many levels. 1. I don't eat meat. 2. I have friends here who asked me to let them know if I needed "anything" - surely they would have made me some
Yesterday my temp went up and down but never higher than 99*.
Today - I feel good! (Can you hear the music). OK pretty good. I'm taking it EASY. I get up and don't feel terrible. I may make myself some soup. I ventured downstairs and discovered several new packages to explore. I'm on my bed - not IN MY BED; where I've refused to be from Day 2- but am blogging, listening to another Loving Well series so I can make a note taker for our Fall Rally, in other words...YES I'M TIRED and I'M TAKING IT EASY....but I'm not sleeping in a dark room or watching endless Netflix shows.
These three are champs. They may not know how to make the "sick soup" - YET - but they've all completed a full week of school! The house is
By the way Stacia "WON GIN RUMMY" and GREAT was the hooting, hollering and celebrating. Michael told me later it was one hand - but hey - it was huge for her.
Living all of life before the face of God...