I have pneumonia. As I was laid up today with nothing better to do while I'm quarantined from the rest of society, I started reflecting on the early Decembers of the recent past. Take a journey with me through the past five years...
2005: Grandma Wimmers passed away December 6.
2006: I had a miscarriage and an operation on December 4.
2007: Mom had terminal cancer.
2008: Mom's funeral December 2-3.
2009: Pneumonia December 1.
When you consider that track record, this has actually been a pretty good December so far.
I miss taking care of Eli terribly. Chris has been such a trooper, filling in for me, taking care of me, AND trying to get some of his own work done. One thing is for sure, I do not want to pass this on to either of them, so I am trying to keep my distance.
This is my third day on antibiotics and I seem to be making some slow progress. But not as quickly as I'm used to or as I was hoping to. I'm definitely ready to get out of bed and out of the house as soon as I can. And I'm so grateful that I don't live in the days before penicillin.