When I finally broke down and accepted it, going to the doctor that is and missing work, I quite literally broke down. Like a little kid that doesn't feel well I just felt the tears welling up in my eyes. My doctor must think I'm a total wimp, yes I cried in her office - just that much concern and concentration on just me for that little bit made me a blubbering fool trying to put up a brave front.
Hmpf! It's actually quite amusing now.
A load of medication to help me during, through, and past it - and I'm finally feeling close to normal again. Thank you Lord! How glorious it is to just be able to breath again. Thank God he values us so. I remember watching my girls breath when we first brought them home from the hospital. Breathing was such a miracle and I could just watch them do that - sleep, taking in deep healthy breaths - forever. I'm thinking God feels the same way when he watches over us. Each breath must fill him with pride - at least that's what I hope.
Anyway, some fun for a Friday night, from Steph:
|Your Inner European is Italian!|
Passionate and colorful.
You show the world what culture really is.
( I could have told you that without the quiz... ;)