The past few days have me wishing that I could curl up in my mother's lap waiting for my cough to fade into nothingness.
Instead, I have to be the patient mom, walk the dog, feed the children, and keep the phlegm off of everything.
Ever had one of those days?
Later that day . . .
My husband arranged for me to visit a doctor. His thinking was that I am more ill than I am admitting. Darn that man, that doctor, who is my husband. He was correct. I have pneumonia. Pttht.