Why is it some people can write cute little entries about being sick and I can barely find the correct letters on my keyboard to type out this boring entry? I have spent the last two nights sleeping upright in the recliner in the living room, simply so I could breathe. Great for breathing...terrible for my aging neck. I do believe all my insight and considerable wit are stuck somewhere in the snot in my head and will not be gracing this blog today.
The last time I missed work because I was sick...the doctors told me there was nothing wrong with me...nobody told me my baby could die.
I can't start crying or I won't be able to breathe at all.