my view from my sick bed
Oh, plans.
Flushed right down the toilet when sickness shows up. What started as a sore throat Friday night sure enough is full-blown strep. I feel like everyone around me is having to shuffle schedules and plans because I can barely get out of bed. I am so very miserable.
Boo.
(not the good kind of Halloween boo, either)
Thank you, Lord, for Z-packs and for the ministry of Cliff and Claire Huxtable and all the kids who have been keeping me company on the Netflix for the past 48 hours.
Hope your Halloween is better than mine!
