Diagnosis

I've been sick again for a while... and I finally went to the doctor yesterday.

So, I have strep. So, I have penicillin. So, I'm going to get over it.

yeah!

Wednesday

Today I work all day, but have the evening free!! yippee!!! so, I'm hoping to get in some reading tonight and maybe watch an episode of Foyle's War? wouldn't that be fun!

Also, I have big plans to beat this sore throat/ear infection once and for all... so, that's my big plans for today!

Tuesday

It's Tuesday. Which means:

• Work at Mom's this morning, entering bills
• Try to get to the bank to deposit my check
• Work at the flower shop this afternoon
  
• Inhale something for dinner so I can go to
• a camp planning meeting tonight

did I mention that the sore throat that turned into swollen tonsils, double ear infection, body aches, fatigue and a fever last week and put me on the couch for two days... is back. Why?!? I don't know... Antibiotics aren't helping. I can't miss any more work, people!

Random stuff

I just realized that I passed 300 posts a few days ago. Who would've ever thought I would have that much to say?!? me? the wallflower???? mercy me.

I'm going to be in a wedding the end of August. Yeah me! I get to walk down a long aisle with lots of people looking at me *dives under pew* I also might have to sing *looks very very nervous* *thinks about paying someone to sing for me*

I have an ear infection. Again.

Before they call...

I've been sick now for a couple of months, and I'm starting to get to the boiling point... you know the place? I think to myself: "I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired... I think I'll scream" but, then, I try to scream and I just give myself a coughing fit and regret it.

So, at this point, it becomes an attitude issue. I've got to have a healthy attitude even if I don't have a healthy body. You know the scripture... "a merry heart doeth good like a medicine?" well, it's true.
I'm not talking about having heaps of fun and laughing a lot. (because laughing at all gives me coughing fits also, so, I really can't do that too much :-) It's more that my heart needs to be in a merry state. Cheerful, not moping around feeling sorry for myself, because I don't have the energy to work , so therefore I don't get paid.

Anyway, I read this verse the other day, and it just encouraged me so much. I had started to wonder if God even cared that I was sick. I wondered if He had forgotten about me, or was just too busy to deal with a little thing like helping me get well again.

But, my God has NOT forgotten me. I will believe.

"And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear."

-Isaiah 65:24

I haven't posted much this week, I know. Whether from a lack of inspiration or the sudden and unexpected battle of sickness I encountered, I don't know.

This is certainly "Janu-weary" It's the time of year when it seems as if nothing is happening, nothing is growing, nothing is moving at all, just sort of creeping along at the slowest possible snail's pace. February can't come too soon.

Depression inevitably accompanies this sort of time, even if we deny it. We've had freezing cold temps here, highs in the 0 degree range, colds in the -40s. Even the idyllic image of curling under a blanket with a good book and a cup of cocoa, can get old. Trust me, I've done it plenty this winter.

So, I've read my books, brewed my coffee, seen my movies, shoveled my snow, and shoveled, and SHOVELED, worn my slippers out, stayed indoors more days than I can count.... I'm done.

Bring on the Spring!!!!!!!!! please?

Peter Pan

Well, it's finally happened. I'm sick. I've been fighting it for weeks, but today I give in. I'm home from work and I've been lying miserably in bed all morning, sleeping. I only got up to let mom into the house. You know, when you're sick, no matter how old you are, you just need your mother.

I have stacks of books to read, of course, but nothing really perked my interest until the mailman came. He dropped Peter Pan in my mailbox. I was hooked after the first paragraph.

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.