Outside my window… I assume the world is well instead of shivering with fever and chills.
I am thinking… that I really hate being sick.
From the learning rooms… I see that being sick causes education to come to a screeching halt.
I am thankful for… air… just wish I could inhale some.
From the kitchen… comes a continual flood of coke.
I am wearing … sweat soaked clothes… fever broke.
I am reading… about how to survive a cold/pneumonia with asthma.
I am hoping… that I’ll live through this.
I am creating… who cares about creating when you’re sick as a dog?
I am praying… for air, lack of fever, and a head that doesn’t pound.
Around the house… I sit and wonder if I’ll ever do anything else again.
One of my favorite things… waking up well.
A few plans for the rest of the week… I plan to be WELL.
A picture to share… I do not do pictures of illness. It’s just too gross.