Get Sick Soon

The cold still lingers, mostly in my lungs now as I hack and cough the crud up.

It's a chilling reminder to me of the horrific case of pneumonia I suffered through five years ago. Back then, I was literally coughing several times a minute, all day long, even in my sleep, for almost half a year.

My daughter was six months old when it started, and I was finally healthy before her first birthday. I was afraid that her first words would be "Haaaaccggggkkk!"

Since then I've tried to take good care of myself because I never ever want to be susceptible to pneumonia again.

This cold virus is a little wake up call to me that maybe I was slacking, especially in the sleep department. Gonna definitely be changing my bedtime.

Another thing I've learned the past few days is that my kids absolutely don't care if I'm sick. It means nothing to them. "You're sick? Oh. Well, can we have peanut butter and jelly for lunch?"

I know they care about me. They just don't want to take care of me.

This is my last post about being sick. Because tonight I plan to slay this virus in my dreams. And I have a bunch of awesome kids' music CDs to review.