Random things

I just checked the stats for the first time in days, and I feel guilty people have been checking and I haven't written anything. It's a good thing I can type, because I cannot talk: I've been felled with a nasty illness, replete with laryngitis.

This is bad on so many levels. Three things are heavily in play. One, not being able to talk is horrific for me. For anybody, yes, but me especially. I MUST communicate to be happy. And having a family, and not being able to talk is hard. I type on the computer a bit, but it's still not easy. When the phone rings? The machine answers. This has been going on since last week.

The biggest worry at the moment is I'm supposed to speak on Sunday. Yes, that's five days away. But there's bad precedent here. I've had laryngitis a number of times in the past, and it was almost always long lived. With long term damage. It makes me sad and worried to think there's a chance I might have to go through what I did last time: two weeks of no voice, followed by two years of not being able to sing, and pain when I read out loud (As a homeschooling mom, I read out loud daily. A lot.).

And I'm sicky sick. I feel awful. The doctor thinks I'm developing pneumonia. He did a blood test, but they've not called back yet, and Mark has to leave in less than an hour. Remember the phone and me? Not happening. Anna hates talking on the phone, which doesn't help. Well, she hates answering the phone. Talking to people she knows on the phone is ok. Go figure.

I'm dizzy, nauseated, fatigued, and worried as all get out. The third big factor: VBS is next week. There's much I need to be doing. The surgery is in a month. I literally have had every day scheduled. Cancelling one to two things each day as this goes on is a problem. When will it be made up? Who knows?

I should be working on paperwork, but it's hard when I feel so crummy. Anna's been sick, too. Not helpful. I was so worried about her last night (high fever), I could hardly sleep, despite the fact the doctor told me sleep is the biggest and best thing I need right now. Thankfully, her fever is down today.

I wish Mark didn't have to go to work. He's a great help. I'm hoping and praying he doesn't catch this; then we'd be in duck soup without a spoon.

There are so many things I want and need to be doing now. Some friends are having problems, and I want to call and support...but...I can't even croak! It's inconceivable!

Yes, I know worrying is counterproductive. It doesn't fix anything, and it makes health worse. But how can I not? Tell me!

Well, we tried to camp. That was a mistake. Both Anna and I got sicker and we had the worst campground mates in the world. Think Animal House. So we came home the next morning instead of today. I went to the doctor instead and thought I was going to pass out.

We have realized (Much to Anna's chagrin) that our camping food tastes have changed. More on that later. The room is moving. That, or it's me. Please do email. I can communicate this way, and it cheers me up.