Not much of a post today, I’m afraid. I’ve spent the last week trundling my youngest back and forth to Urgent Cares, doctor’s offices, and emergency rooms (twice in one day! hooray!) as we dealt with an ever-snowballing cascade of viruses, secondary infections, and tertiary allergic reactions to the medications sent to treat the secondary infections. It was a mess.
My husband ended up with pneumonia, on the eve of another overseas business trip.
And I fought it off as long as I could, until yesterday, when I woke up feeling like a hungover mess who fell down in the middle of the street, got run over five times, and eventually parked on by a large garbage truck. I spent all of yesterday alternating between consciousness and miserable sleep, glued to the sheets with that sheen of feverish sweat as my body gave a half hearted attempt to fight for my survival.
Today, I can sit up. That is a good thing. But this is the most I can manage to type.
But I’ll share some good news, that I can type quickly: I’m going back to Africa! I’m going on a trip with World Vets in June to help out the donkeys of the Maasai tribe in Arusha, Tanzania. So this is good, I will get all this garbage out of my system now so I’ll be good to go then.