I, nor my husband, can remember me ever being as sick as I was the past week and a half. I'm not sure what was wrong, and I even went to see the doctor and he didn't know either. The doctor did give me some super-charged antibiotic and it's finally working. Whew!
I don't know about you, but I think funny things when I'm sick and this time was particularly interesting. I was lying on the couch coming in and out of a feverish sleep thinking, "When I go to heaven, who's going to vaccuum?" In reality, that would probably be one of the least of my family's worries, but I worried about it.
Now that my fever is broken, my thoughts are more like, "Would my children live godly? Would my grandchildren know my faith?" Those are the things that I live for.
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Oh Terri, I'm so glad your better. Bless your heart, you and Bro. Mark sick and the same time, who took care of you guys? We'll I'm glad you made it back from death's door, you would be missed.*Ü*
Actually, Bro. Mark wasn't sick--he just can't remember me being so sick.
Terri, I was wondering why you hadn't posted anything. I'm glad to read that you are feeling much better and that you are able to vacuum again. LOL
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